Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care 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 is crazy
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 believe me)
And what's 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 crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She kiss my d*** and then I told 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 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 ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets feeling 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 from Side 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 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 something important
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 your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You runnin ya mouth 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 you from(Alabama we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
mediocre
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side ride unless 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
could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh