Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I over 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 music cyclone when I'm in the
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 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 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 Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then I told her Merci 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 I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** **** money ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling then it's back to snatching 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 Side
Next up(Ha, hey I 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)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a 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 your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a 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 broads do
I gotta learn you, like a 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 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 gotta keep a
On my side b***h ride unless she a
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't compassion
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 playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh