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)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And your 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 crew Timbaland he produce
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 I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya 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 your
When I out where 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 there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to 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 from North 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 long time
I'm back like I something important
have a problem with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
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)
like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a whole lot of h*** 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, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh