Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Ducats
Hold me down, hold me

Yo, I the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it down to straight English, what the you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
strike two, my style 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 bless the and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I tools

Next up! Yo I that's me
Yo, get on the mic and the Symphony

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like who it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

Next up, yo I that's me
Yo get on the mic and rock the

Say hello to the devil Danze'll
Whenever tragic hit, It's E blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code
Told ya, line 'em up it's Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a backflip
I'm donatin' a we have raised hell in midtown
And gunned down in traffic tell 'em you sayin'
Get the before I tear your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, they're

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For gettin' the real, from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like Fame I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who jump out a hugo
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and on walls

This rap game is a game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin' killed now the same shit
I no motherfuckin' role model, kids don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch full
The type to raise up 5 O in lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, is a hobby
Show when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first family will come you with the heaters