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 beep
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
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 spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe that's 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 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 kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I 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 your
I find out where 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
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
have a problem with me
I fade it to 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 sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this 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 my Proda boots, struttin 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 runnin ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta 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 where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta 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 **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
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