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
react to style Im back you lack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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