Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone 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 care about? People know my
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 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 long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe 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 whole crew 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 baby I Fab
When I f*** ya a wrap, I'ma 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 stash
When I find out 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
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from Side Queens
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 time comin'
I'm like I forgot something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold 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, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have 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 so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my b***h ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
could 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 ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought that it happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last 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 nobodies
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I so gone playa
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh