Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
time I get my spit 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 that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns
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 shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my 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
up

Yo yo, it's 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 think you would get a
Yo, did you ever think you would get
At gunpoint, stripped and out the car?
It's Funk Doc, you know my Hoe
My style dirty underground, or po'
When it hits you, pain Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I dash Damon did
Doc, walk, red lines to shell shock

Hairlock with fuckin' broads in nail
Hydro? Got more bags bellhops
Two thousand on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc cock these tools
Rollin' down dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a
Yo, up

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

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

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves Parker Brothers
I for the low-class, from Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like
Yeah yeah, she gave away my pussy I'ma her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they call me
Wu-Tang Clan, won
In the whole nine, I hold
Keep playin' it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
them A.K.A., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, no more no less

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the
Hot, though dames is froze
Pop range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with they brains exposed, and stains on
Y'all better change flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
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
Style switchin', like tight ass stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and your
E and P's last CD, you're out of business