Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come 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 and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe 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 he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
I f*** 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 for your stash
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money money ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained 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 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 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 something
Can't a problem 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 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 your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, 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 learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
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 keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, 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 B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh