Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world they gave me a beep 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 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 there to care about? People my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta 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 believe me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And where you from(NYC, we up in 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I 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 with 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 ****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 make the move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North 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)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
have a problem 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 tongue like bubble gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo 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 under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 so you know I gotta 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 lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker 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 nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh