Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check it
Redman, Method Man, Luck, Def Jam
Erick and Parrish Millenium
Hold me down, me down

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your shit in half for fuckin' around with P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
When I spit the shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my Silkk 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, you're on the mic to the symphony

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

Hairlock fuckin' broads in nail shops
Got more bags than bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' these tools
down like dice 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, payin' them dues, to lose
Huh, kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, they souls through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act
Hands on the steel, flip you heads heel
the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I my high comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach and spark another

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

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and the symphony

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, top the told
Hot, even dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze hoes
'em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay
When the 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, stop your cryin' and your
Like E and P's CD, you're out of business