Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I a feen
I took over the world when they me a beep machine
And then I made my jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the
A typhoon I get on a song
A tycoon, I went and brought another home
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 5-99 Windows out
I-I-I'm the man beats is crazy
You want my sounds, you pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's me)
And your 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 when you see me 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 told her Merci
(Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't 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 coming for your
When I find out 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
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money
Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move)
I changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name, I'm from 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 time comin'
I'm back like I 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 taking off a rocket
I got this beat in my
I your heart droppin(and you...)
Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just like my 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 mouth them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a 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 where you from(Alabama we up in G)
Why you get on the mic for the symphony...
(Attitude)
Ok, ****(not understandable)
mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a
On my side ride 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
They put me in the FED for what's in my sofa
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya
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 in a Austan
Every check I cash in, bigger than the one
Met a new freak, she thicker than the one
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my
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
why I stay so gone playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got s*** to say,
and if I miss I come like a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh