Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I the chrome 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 shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn 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 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 that's me
Yo, get on the mic and the symphony

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns
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 spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk 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, it's 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 think you get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and out the car?
It's Doc, you know my name Hoe
My dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red lines to shell

Hairlock with fuckin' in nail shops
Hydro? Got bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock tools
Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
With ten kids with hammers, to a camper
Yo, up

the G O D
Yo yo, get on the mic for the

Youth on the move, payin' them dues, to lose
Huh, kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and another

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

up
I believe 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 better change your flows, hear how Luck
Stay in the S-Type, stay whippin'
When the spittin', duck 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