Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the when they gave me a beep machine
And I made my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm a music cyclone 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 never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care about? People know my
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a walk, tryna 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 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) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, put you in the cab
be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then 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 from North Side
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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I keep your 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
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
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 bread so you know I keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride unless she a
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.