Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

And ride the
Like at thirty-three dark
Now you me
Rap on to the year three thousand

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

Suckers with that end up with tooth decay
I, the doctor, stop ya, in your rock ya
Heads bop, forever and they wont stop 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 on to the year three thousand

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

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

Your homeys deck gets wet
You my pet, my poodle chicken noodles on the
Open your and see my life
Rap moves on to the year thousand