Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a machine
And then I 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 everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were 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 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 walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew 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
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 stash
I find out where 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
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to 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
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 comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't a problem with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat 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
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So up(Yeah, hey I believe that's 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my on then I hopped 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 her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the ozone
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh