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 my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe that's me)
And your 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like 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 I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with 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 outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
feeling drained then it's back 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, still the
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 where you from(Mississippi but was in Cali)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a time comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't 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 like a
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta learn you, like a 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 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 side ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need 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 they mad never thought it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I in, bigger 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 compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** up the ozone laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh