Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care about? People my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I 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 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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 ****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 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 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 a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
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 tongue like gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna 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 runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta learn you, 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)
Never
bread 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, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I love 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 like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh