Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check 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 to shine
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark 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 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 for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the

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

Hairlock fuckin' broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' these tools
down like dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
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, payin' them dues, nuttin' to
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through rhymin'
Hardcore to make brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you over heel
Smell the daffodils from the lyric
Feelin' like the mack inside a Cadillac
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and spark

Chickenhawks, playin' like Parker 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 my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they me Ichiban
Clan, numba won
In the whole nine, I mine
Keep playin' with it kid, you might go blind,
Fuck them A.K.A., for now it's Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no no less

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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