Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And I made my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
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
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You want my sounds, you pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And where you from(NYC, we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and I told 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 for your stash
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** money money ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets drained then it's back to snatching 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 North Side Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And you from(Mississippi but was raised 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 long time
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta learn you, 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 I gotta 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 h*** a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last 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 nobodies
Boy I'm on fire like 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 come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh