Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and 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 faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then 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 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 ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

Say to the devil Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's E blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as name
ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give '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 raised hell in midtown
And down in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

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

For gettin' the real, straight B'Ville
Motherfuckers like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I what I speak so I speak 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
Drink brews, out bitches, and piss on walls

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