Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And then I my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby 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 went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari Windows Tinted 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 silver
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 don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I 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
I find 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
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's 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 North Side
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 something important
have a problem with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda 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 gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz you don't 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 I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
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, MUSIC is my
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.