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 then I my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
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 care People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And what's 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(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 coming for stash
I find out where 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 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, still the
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)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I your heart 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
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a
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 put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
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 back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh