Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
your 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 went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 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 long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I 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 outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** 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 find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm from Side 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like 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 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 mouth them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** slap 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 happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** up the ozone 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