Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, yeah, it
Redman, Man, Lady 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 cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
Get your shit broke in half for around with 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 up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
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Yo, I that's me
Yo, get on the mic and the symphony

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It my fault, that 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 downtown swingin', M.O.P.
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Yo yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the

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

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more than bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock tools
Rollin' like dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta '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, kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls rhymin' blues
Hardcore to them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads heel
Smell the from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach and spark another

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

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and the symphony

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