Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music 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
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted 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 long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And up(I believe that's me)
And what's 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,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm for your stash
When I out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** money ****money
Lying there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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 I forgot something important
have a problem 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 your head
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep your 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
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You runnin ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 bread so you 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 what's in my
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 then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger 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 show
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
why I stay so gone playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.