Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world 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 typhoon everytime I get on a
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? People my whereabouts
I want, private jet in and out
With Bran Nue, you know Tim about
Ferrari Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver
But you got a long walk, fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up(I that's 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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole Timbaland he produce
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french kiss my 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 happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped the(mass)
and I..and I'm coming for stash
When I find out you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock)
Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got)
Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money
like there's 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 North Side Queens
Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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 comin'
I'm back like I forgot important
Can't have a problem me
I fade it to like church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you don't want it me
I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum
I got head sprung
It's my return(Like the Come)
I'm off like a rocket
I got beat in my pocket
I keep your droppin(and you...)
Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map
Now you say I act(Brand New)
Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model do
Don't you you had another(Chance to)
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you it
You keep runnin ya like them broads do
I gotta learn you, a school do
Cuz clearly you don't have a
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)
Never
Plenty bread so you know I keep a toasta
On my side b***h unless she a Oprah
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, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R
I know they mad never that it could happen
Got my on then I hopped in a Austan
Every check I cash in, than the last one
Met a new freak, she than the last one
Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion
I don't show
And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the
That's why I stay so playa
F*** *****in up the ozone
I drop a hit everytime I got some to say,
and if I miss I come back a richochet

by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh