Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they gave me a beep
And I made my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music when I'm in the zone
A typhoon 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
there to care about? People know my whereabouts
Anywhere I want, jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
the man m-my beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
And next up(I that's me)
And your 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 he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, 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
I find out where 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 there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
feeling drained then 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 ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens
up(Ha, hey I believe that's me)
And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy)
And where you from(Mississippi but was 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 time
I'm back 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 it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum
I got your head
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta learn you, 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)
Never
Plenty so you know I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride unless she a
B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the FED for what's in my
Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every I cash in, bigger than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the laya
I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh