Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when 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 cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I just went and brought home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, put you in the cab
be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
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 no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side
Next up(Ha, hey I 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)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a 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 taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like them do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have 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)
mediocre
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma 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 em if they say ya hard
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
check I cash in, bigger than 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 B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.