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 I made 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 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 there to care about? 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, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
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 you get on the mic for the symphony?
(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 kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't 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 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 there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong move)
I changed, still 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 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 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 your tongue bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
gonna 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
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz clearly you have 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)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a
On my side b***h ride unless she a
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap **** wack em if they say ya hard
Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought that it could
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every check I in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she than 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 nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.