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 then I made my jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, 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 went 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? know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows 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 spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's 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 Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I I'd be strapped 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 up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money money ****money ****money
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta 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, still the
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 comin'
I'm back like I forgot something
have a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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 keep runnin ya like them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you have 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
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, 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 say ya hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
Got my **** on then I 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 her homey, MUSIC is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh