Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I went and brought another 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
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know 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 next up(I that's me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here 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 then I 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 happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
When I 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
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 find the heat, and the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North 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 like I something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to like church 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
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you 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 learn you, like 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 know I gotta keep a
On my side b***h ride unless she a
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma 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 say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and 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, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the laya
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.