Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
your 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 went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
Bran Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my 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 up(I believe 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 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,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I 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 up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying there's 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 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a time comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off 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 my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them 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 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 I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I 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 her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
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.