Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my 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 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 care about? People my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
Bran Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
the man m-my beats 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 what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And where you from(NYC, we up in 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(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 strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
When I 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 to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from Side 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 don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this in my pocket
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz you don't have 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 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 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
check I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC 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
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.