Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(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 out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I 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)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black like 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 head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I gotta learn you, 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 you from(Alabama we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh