Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
there to care about? 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 don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And up(I believe that's me)
And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be 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 f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** **** money ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong 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 a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't have a with 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
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta a toasta
On my side ride unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh