Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I over the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care about? People know my
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
Bran Nue, you know what 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, fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(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
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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 coming for your
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
like there's 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 the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
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 you from(Mississippi but was raised 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 time
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a 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)
mediocre
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side ride 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
could 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 that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.