Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
Word is bi-dond, Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap 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' necks back, like a slingshot
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 like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
When I 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, my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style
up

Yo yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

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

Hairlock with fuckin' broads in shops
Hydro? Got more than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc cock these tools
Rollin' down dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, 'Bama
ten kids 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, street kids, broken and bruised, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through blues
Hardcore to make them act fool
on the steel, flip you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils from the overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' down below
Aiyyo, dead that clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, rock for trailer park trash
yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she gave away my pussy 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 just
That's it, all, solo, single no more no less

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is
Pop close at foes, and blaze them hoes
'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'
written, we in the game but ball different
Point like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin', like tight ass stickin'
Man listen, stop your and your bitchin'
Like E and P's CD, you're out of business