Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your 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 went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari 5-99 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 silver
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,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) 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 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
I find 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 like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
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 ain't changed, still the
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 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 comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them 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 where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
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 say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet 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 cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh