Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby 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 off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
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 don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like 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 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 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 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 the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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 time comin'
I'm like 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 want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna 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 like them broads do
I gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz clearly you have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so playa
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh