Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care about? know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
5-99 Windows 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, never had no silver
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's 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 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 kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I 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 with 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 ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching 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 from North Side
up(Ha, hey I believe 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 been a long comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black like slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my 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 runnin ya like them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
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 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 fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh