Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

I crank up flows, spit spats, whats that
The pattern records, dont the dats, yo
out the pro skills, medic fulfills
Contact react to style Im back you

and handles, automators on the panels
Turnin' knobs you slobs suckers like robs
Caravel dont your whole crew is ice cream fudge
that budge, makin' moves step in grooves

And the pace
Like at thirty-three shades
Now you me
Rap on to the year three thousand

Let me red red red
See the black heart it hard
Pick and choose you oops you lost
Check out the boss on Broadway down to

with mics that end up with tooth decay
I, the doctor, stop ya, in your world ya
Heads bop, forever tunes and they wont like hip-hop
Keeps growing, of sick of showing

Scratches in mattress money reattaches worldwide
Deep inside the diamond rocks
In a million world, billion world, quitrillion
Rap moves on to the year thousand

As space Ive participator acts walk up clog up and mess up
Water down the sound, comes from the ghetto
In the middle the core you explore experience
What is real you feel, ways

Commercial raps in the
Stuff on thats very wack
you saved, you think its good wont go platinum
Or even turn wood, the cassette

Your homeys tape deck wet
You my pet, my poodle noodles on the rise
Open your and see my life
Rap on to the year three thousand