Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check it
Redman, Method Man, Luck, Def Jam
and Parrish Millenium Ducats
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 so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab emcee
Get shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
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
tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
Then leave them like who it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the shit, cats 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 Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style
up

Yo yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

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

Hairlock fuckin' broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
down like dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
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, nuttin' to
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, they souls through rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils from the overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Cadillac
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' like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she gave my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in they call me Ichiban
Clan, numba won
In the whole nine, I mine
Keep playin' it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Fuck A.K.A., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, no more no less

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the
Hot, even dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them
'em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all change your flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay
When the spittin', duck or get hittin'
written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all the role of Pippen
Style switchin', tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and your
Like E and P's last CD, you're out of