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 made my jump(jump)
It's favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A everytime I get on a song
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
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 you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew he produce
If you a fruit,
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to
She kiss 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
Better be I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with 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 outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** **** money ****money ****money
like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to 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 North 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 don't you get on the mic for the
(Bran' Nu)
I got it, I got it(Ha)
been a long time comin'
I'm back like I something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum
I got your sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my Proda boots, struttin 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 mouth like broads do
I gotta you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I 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)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
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 in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R
I know mad never thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she thicker 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 nobodies 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 back a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh