Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on 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 just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care about? People my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta 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 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 he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I her Merci 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 wasn't I'd be strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I out where 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 like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong 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)
It's a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo 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 ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta learn you, a school 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you 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 like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
check I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh