Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I over the world when they gave me a beep machine
And I made 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 typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just and brought another 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
Bran Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
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 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and 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 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 outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** **** 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
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 important
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 tongue like bubble gum
I got your head
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 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
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
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 show 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 so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh