Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took the world when they gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your favorite producer, on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon everytime I get on a
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
Who you on?
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on
What's there to about? People know my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Nue, you know what Tim about
Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no spoon
But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I believe me)
And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C)
And you from(NYC, we up in here G)
Why don't you get on the mic for the
(D.O.E.)
Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss 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 it's a wrap, put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be with the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for your
When I find out where you at be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got)
Wit you **** money money ****money ****money
Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
Pockets feeling drained then 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 from North Queens
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 time comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
have a problem with me
I fade it to like church slacks
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 head sprung
my return(Like the Kingdom Come)
I'm taking off like a
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
like my Proda boots, struttin like a model 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 mouth them broads do
I learn you, like a school do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 so you know 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 h*** like a G ta
They could put me in the FED for in my sofa
Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad thought that it could happen
Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger the last one
Met a new freak, she than 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 the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so gone
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I back like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh