Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the when they gave me a beep machine
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
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? know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows 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, never had no spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes
And next up(I believe 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,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She kiss 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 wasn't I'd be with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
I find 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 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 Side 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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a long time
I'm back I forgot something important
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 taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I keep heart droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta learn you, 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 where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta 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 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
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I hopped in a
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker the last one
Nah, I love her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I I come back like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.