Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when 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 a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
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 there to about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And next up(I that's me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) 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
I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** **** money ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And where you from(Mississippi but was in Cali)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I your heart 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 a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of 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, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh