Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world they gave me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on
What's there to care about? People my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you what Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver 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 you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony?
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the crew Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She french kiss my d*** and then I 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
Better be happy I rap, if I I'd be strapped with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
feeling drained then 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, the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side
Next up(Ha, hey I 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 long comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this in my pocket
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, 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, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz clearly you don't a clue
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)
mediocre
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta
could put me in the FED for what's 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 mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on then I in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the 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***, even when nobodies
Boy I'm on fire like the at the ****in
That's why I so gone playa
*****in up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh