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 made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
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 to care about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And your 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 crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(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 coming for your
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 there's no money(Uhhh) 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 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 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 been a time comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
have a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
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 a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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 my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride unless she a
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh