Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on 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 just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe that's 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 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 told her 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 I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
When I find out you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta 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, 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 time
I'm back like I something important
have a problem with me
I fade it to black like slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, 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 you from(Alabama we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
mediocre
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h 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 **** slap em if they say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
check 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 B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the ozone
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh