Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when they gave me a machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come 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 home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's to care about? People 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 beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And up(I believe 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 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 her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go
Pockets feeling then it's 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 North Queens
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)
It's a long time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black like church
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got beat 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 boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You runnin ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta 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 a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
could put me in the FED for what's 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 never thought that it could
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every 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 show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh