Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A everytime 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
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe 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 whole crew 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 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 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 ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm from 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long time
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black church slacks
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 off like 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 my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I learn you, like a school 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 b***h ride she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They 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 on you and your A&R
I know they mad never that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I show compassion
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 laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.