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 I made my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
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 never on
What's there to care about? 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 beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
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 you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(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) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, 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
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
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I changed, still the same
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 I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got your 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, like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep 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 b***h 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
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
check I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
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