Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, me down

Yo, I the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab MC
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
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

Next 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 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 them who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's nigga, makin' you smile with 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 downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

Say hello to the devil kick
Whenever hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code
ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme
I'm donatin' a casket we raised hell in midtown
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your ass flat
Boom, boom, they're

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For gettin' the real, straight B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
up your back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls

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