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 I made my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
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 about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Windows out
the man m-my 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 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my and then I told 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 happy I rap, if I I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your 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 like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained it's 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, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And you from(Mississippi but was raised 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 time
I'm like I forgot something important
have a problem with me
I it to black like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't it with me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got your sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a do
you wish you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya mouth like broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
So up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 know I gotta a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G 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 on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, 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 yellin I'm the s***, even nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** up the ozone laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.