Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I over the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care about? People know my
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french 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
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 outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you money **** money ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North 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 comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
have a problem with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep your 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
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
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 b***h ride she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma 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, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I show compassion
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 playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh