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 your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to care about? People know my
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
Bran Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
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 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 whole crew 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 for your stash
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
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's 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)
It's a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
gonna 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 under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You runnin ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a 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 where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride unless she a
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know they mad never that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, 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 yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh