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)
It's your favorite producer, come on 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 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
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
Bran Nue, you know what Tim about
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, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here 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 crew he produce
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 I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I I'd be strapped with 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 ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money money ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from 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 don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like 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 your 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...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I 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)
Never
bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
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, MUSIC is my
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 everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh