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 made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And what's 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 whole crew he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci 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 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
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still 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 don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
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 like bubble gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin 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 them do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
So up(Yeah, hey I believe 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)
Never
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 need a
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh