Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the when they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And next up(I believe me)
And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And where you from(NYC, we up in G)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, put you in the cab
Better be I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I find out you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side
up(Ha, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's a long time comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
have a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So up(Yeah, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C)
And where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a
On my side b***h ride unless she a
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't show
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
why I stay so gone playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.