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 beep
And then I my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
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 about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know what Tim
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
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 next up(I believe 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
When I f*** ya a wrap, I'ma 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
When I find out 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 ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, the same
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 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)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't have a with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got beat in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model 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 them broads do
I gotta you, like a school 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 you from(Alabama we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
Never
bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride 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 slap em if they say ya
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh