Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I over the world when 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 typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care about? People know my
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And up(I believe 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(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 out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** **** money ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe 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 comin'
I'm back like I something important
have a problem with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I that's me)
And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C)
And you from(Alabama we up in here 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 b***h ride unless she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed 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 never thought it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the 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