Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they 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 when I'm in the
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And next up(I believe me)
And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll 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 strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I find out you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you money **** money ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets drained 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 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 a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
Can't have a problem me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my boots, struttin like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I learn 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 I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC 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 the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh