Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab emcee
Get shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I 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' 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, for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like who it?
duck, I do what I feel right 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 with
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

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

Hairlock with fuckin' broads in shops
Hydro? Got more bags bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these
Rollin' down dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta 'Bama
With ten with hammers, hooked 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' souls through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act
on the steel, flip you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils the lyric overkill
Feelin' the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I my high comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, that roach clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves like Brothers
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park
yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she gave away my pussy I'ma her
John John phenomenon, in Japan call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan, 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 just
it, that's all, solo, single no more no less

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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