Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

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

Let me red red red
See the heart it aint hard
Pick and you lose oops you lost
Check out the on Broadway down to walkways

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

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

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

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

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