Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
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 Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
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 don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't 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 with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching 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 Side
Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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 comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't a problem 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 tongue like bubble gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
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 like my Proda boots, struttin like a do
Don't you 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 learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
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 so you know 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 h*** like a G ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
me, I'll 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
Every check I in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.