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 then I made my jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A everytime 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
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll 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 then I her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I 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 for your stash
When I 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 drained then back 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, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And you from(Mississippi but was raised 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 I forgot something important
Can't a problem with 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 head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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 under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh