Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish 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 for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you
Remember me? You punk faggot MC
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
is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat 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 cool, no need for static, I strap tools

up! Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and the Symphony

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's nigga, makin' you smile with 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 downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

Say hello to the devil kick
tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat 'em if they it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have raised in midtown
And gunned down in traffic tell 'em what you
Get the bozac before I tear maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, they're

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

For gettin' the real, straight from
Motherfuckers don't Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who know jump out a
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls

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