Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the when they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music 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 never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care about? People know my
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And next up(I believe me)
And what's 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 crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her 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 I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
When I find out 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 like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And where you from(Mississippi but was in Cali)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
been a long time comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
have a problem with me
I fade it to black like slacks
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 head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep heart 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 under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
So up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride 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 slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on 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 love her homey, is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
That's why I so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.