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 grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your shit broke in half for around with P
strike two, my style 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 spark the
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the 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 with blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for 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 when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style
up

Yo yo, it's 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 would get a
Yo, did you think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the
It's Funk Doc, you know my Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I dash like did
Doc, walk, thin red to shell shock

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

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves Parker Brothers
I for the low-class, from Locash
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 phenomenon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Clan, numba won
In the whole nine, I hold
Keep with it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Fuck them A.K.A., for now it's Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no

up
I believe 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 them
'em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all change your flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin'
When the guns spittin', or get hittin'
It's written, we in the but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of
switchin', like tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop cryin' and your bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, out of business