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)
It's your favorite producer, come on 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 another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
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 Timbaland's
And next up(I that's 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 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
be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your 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
like there's 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 ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side
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 been a long time
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your tongue 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 keep 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
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't 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 fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh