Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just and brought 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
Bran Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 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 long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I that's 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money money ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, the same
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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's a long time comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I keep 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, struttin like a do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta a toasta
On my side ride unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the 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 like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh