Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver 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 where you from(NYC, we up in 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, 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
I find 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 ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe 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 long 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 want it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my boots, struttin like 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 like them do
I learn 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 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 unless she a
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma 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 slap em if they say ya
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.