Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, 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 brought another
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to care about? know my whereabouts
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 beats 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, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here 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 Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(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 f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you money **** money ****money ****money
like 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 the heat, and make the wrong move)
I ain't changed, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from Side 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 back like I forgot something
have a problem with me
I fade it to black like slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
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)
Just like my boots, struttin like a model do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them 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)
mediocre
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 put me in the FED for what's 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 never thought it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't show
And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on like 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 miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.