Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard it's my last time to shine
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to straight English, what the you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
strike two, my style 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 spit on, no doubt, I spark the
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap
up

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns 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, for those who want me to run it
Then 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 my fault, that 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 downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to the symphony

Yo yo, did you ever you would catch a cap?
Yo, did you think you would get a slap?
Yo, did you think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
It's Funk Doc, you know my Hoe
My dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, 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 broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got bags than bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
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, 'Bama
With ten kids 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, to lose
Huh, street kids, and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through blues
Hardcore to them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads heel
the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' down lookout
Aiyyo, dead roach clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, playin' like Parker Brothers
I for the low-class, from Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park
Yeah yeah, the God on your block Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she away my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they call me
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, 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 dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze hoes
Leave 'em with brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how spittin'?
drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin'
When the guns spittin', duck or get
It's written, we in the game but ball
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the of Pippen
Style switchin', like tight ass stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, you're out of