Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought 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
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And your 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
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 I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
When I 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 feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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 a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't have a problem 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 tongue like gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
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)
Just 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 runnin ya mouth them broads do
I learn 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 know I gotta keep a
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last 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 nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh