Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And where you from(NYC, we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
I find 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 ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And where you from(Mississippi but was in Cali)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long time
I'm back I forgot something important
have a problem with me
I it to black 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 beat in my pocket
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, struttin a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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)
mediocre
Plenty 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, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.