Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

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 for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Fi-darm
time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools

up! Yo I believe 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
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?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
When I spit the shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, 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.

Next up, yo I believe me
Yo get on the mic and rock the

Say hello to the devil kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD shit
Put in work in this game, soldier, I use work as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul 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 backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we raised hell in midtown
And gunned down in tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac I tear your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

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

For gettin' the real, from B'Ville
don't like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak what I
and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and on walls

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