Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the when they gave me a beep machine
And then I 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 everytime I get on a song
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 about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You want my sounds, you pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
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 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 d*** and then I 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 wasn't I'd be 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 there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still 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 long comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
have a problem with me
I fade it to black like slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble 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 like my Proda boots, like a model do
Don't you 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 gotta you, like a school 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh