Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, yeah, it
Redman, Man, Lady Luck, Def Jam
Erick and Parrish Ducats
Hold me down, me down

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Fi-darm
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap
up

Yo, I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for who want me to run it
Then them like who done it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style enough to shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

Yo yo, did you ever think you would a cap?
Yo, did you ever you would get a slap?
Yo, did you ever you would get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red to shell shock

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock tools
Rollin' down like in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, 'Bama
With ten kids with hammers, to a camper
Yo, up

the G O D
Yo yo, get on the mic for the

Youth on the move, them dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through blues
Hardcore to make them act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads heel
the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and another

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves like Parker
I for the low-class, from Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park
Yeah yeah, the God on block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she gave away my I'ma kill her
John phenomenon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Clan, numba won
In the nine, I hold mine
Keep playin' it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Fuck them A.K.A., for now it's Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, no more no less

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them
Leave 'em with they exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck
Stay in the S-Type, stay whippin'
the guns spittin', duck or get hittin'
It's written, we in the but ball different
Point game like Jordan, play the role of Pippen
Style switchin', like ass after stickin'
Man listen, your cryin' and your bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, out of business