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 then I made my jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon 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 about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And what's 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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 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
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a time 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 don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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 like them do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
So up(Yeah, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C)
And where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride 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 **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.