Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care about? know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
I f*** ya it's 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 stash
When I find out you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
feeling drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I changed, still the same
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 don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
So up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 keep 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 whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I love 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 like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh