Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
your favorite 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 just went and another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care about? People know my
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
5-99 Windows Tinted 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 walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe that's me)
And your 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 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 wasn't I'd be strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
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
Lying like 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 ain't changed, still the
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 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 I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
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, struttin like a do
Don't you 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 learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They 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 mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I in, bigger 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 show
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.