Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my 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, tryna fit Timbaland's
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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I 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
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 where you at 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) Gotta go
feeling drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I keep your 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
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 them broads do
I gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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
Plenty bread so you know I gotta 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
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker 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 nobodies
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh