Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Millenium Ducats
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, New York
To break it down to straight English, what the you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab MC
Get your broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns 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, just for who want me to run it
Then leave like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I spit the shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile 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 blow
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

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

Say hello to the devil Danze'll
Whenever 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 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 have hell in midtown
And down in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your maggot ass
Boom, boom, they're

up
Yo I believe me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For gettin' the real, from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like 'cause I'm not cream filled
I what I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
Motherfuck who know out a hugo
Open up back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
Drink brews, out bitches, and piss on walls

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