Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care about? People know my
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 m-my beats is
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And what's 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,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, 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
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 no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I 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 like I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads 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 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 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 in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when 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 I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.