Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care about? People know my
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
5-99 Windows 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, never had no spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And your 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 whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like 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 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 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 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 the wrong move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe 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 long time
I'm back like I something important
have a problem with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like 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
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 bread so you know I gotta keep a
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma 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 **** 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 it could happen
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 love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
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
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
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.