Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

(Timbaland)

Hey, I was mean(mean)

Before I became a
I took over the world when gave me a beep machine
And then I my city jump(jump)
It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump)
I'm a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
A typhoon I get on a song
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 what Tim
5-99 Windows Tinted out
I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy
You my sounds, you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's
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 when you see me through(Yup)
Got the whole crew Timbaland he
If you a fruit,
in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to
She french my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab
I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma 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 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 drained then it's back to snatching chains and I
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move)
I ain't changed, still the
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North 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)
It's been a time comin'
I'm back I forgot something important
Can't a problem with me
I fade it to black church slacks
Now I'm in the Range, no
So you want 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 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 under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it
You keep ya mouth like them broads do
I gotta learn you, like a do
Cuz you don't have a clue
So next up(Yeah, hey I believe 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 I gotta keep a toasta
On my side b***h ride she a Oprah
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a
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 hard
me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R
I know they mad never thought it could happen
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, is my passion
I show compassion
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin
Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in
That's why I stay so playa
F*** up the ozone laya
I drop a hit I got some s*** to say,
and if I miss I come back like a

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.