Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they gave me a machine
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
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 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 spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
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 crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't 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) Gotta go
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's 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 time comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I gotta a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
check I cash in, bigger 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 show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh