Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more 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 step up and bless the track and spit a
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

Yo, I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for who want me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile 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 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 think you catch 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?
Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, the vein and shit
the trap then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red to shell shock

Hairlock with fuckin' in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin' down 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' dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' souls through rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over
the daffodils from 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' down lookout
Aiyyo, dead that clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, playin' like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, even for trailer park trash
yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she away my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they 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 Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and the symphony

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