Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
A everytime 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 there to care People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
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 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,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I f*** ya 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 stash
I find 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
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta 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 changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side
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 time
I'm back I forgot something important
have a problem 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 like gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
like 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 gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
So next up(Yeah, hey I that's 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
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I 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

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh