Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats 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 your 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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 up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, 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 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 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 tongue like bubble gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
So next up(Yeah, hey I 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 bread so you know I gotta 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 lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't show
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 so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.