Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care about? People know my
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know 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 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) like I'm to
She french kiss my and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I 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 for your stash
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** **** money ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
feeling drained 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 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
been a long time comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black like slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want 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 beat in my
I your heart 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 like a do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They 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 never thought that it happen
Got my **** on I hopped 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 B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.