Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

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 heart it hard
and choose you lose oops you lost
Check out the boss on down to walkways

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

in mattress business money reattaches worldwide
Deep inside stops the diamond
In a million world, billion world, world
Rap on to the year three thousand

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

Commercial raps in the
Stuff on disc very wack
That you saved, you its good wont go platinum
Or even wood, sell the cassette

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