Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

And ride the
at thirty-three dark shades
Now you me
Rap moves on to the year three

Let me red red red
See the black heart it aint
and choose you lose oops you lost
Check out the boss on Broadway to walkways

Suckers 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, sick of of showing

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

As space Ive shown acts walk up clog up and mess up
Water down the sound, that comes the ghetto
In the middle the core you tour experience
is real you feel, changing ways

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

Your tape deck gets wet
You my pet, my poodle chicken noodles on the
your eyes and see my life
Rap moves on to the year three