Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

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, talk, slang New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck 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 more strike you
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 track and a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

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

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 guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
Then leave them who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, makin' you smile Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough 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

up, yo I believe that's me
Yo get on the mic and the Symphony

Say hello to the devil kick
Whenever tragic hit, E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat 'em if they it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme
I'm donatin' a casket we have hell in midtown
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your ass flat
Boom, boom, they're

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

For gettin' the real, straight from
Motherfuckers don't like Fame 'cause I'm not cream
I feel what I speak so I what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
who know jump out a hugo
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls

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