Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took the world when 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 went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were 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 5-99 Windows 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 silver
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's 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 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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 outta ya baby, you betta(gimme 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 make the move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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 been a long time
I'm back like I forgot something
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to like church 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 taking off a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
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 keep a
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last 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 yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
*****in up the ozone laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.