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)
your 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 another home
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
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And your 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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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
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 drained then it's back 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 North Side Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
It's been a time comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't a problem with 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 tongue like gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't 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 know I gotta keep a
On my side ride unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
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
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought 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***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.