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 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 another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care about? People my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And up(I believe that's me)
And what's 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then 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 I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I find out 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 like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
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 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 like I forgot something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black like church
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 a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You runnin ya mouth like them broads do
I learn you, like a school 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 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 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 em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I they mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
check I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the 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 when askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh