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 I made my city jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care about? know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here 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 Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci 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 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 like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets feeling 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 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 don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long time
I'm back like I something important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
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
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I gotta you, like 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 where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need 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 wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I they mad never 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 don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.