Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

Channels and handles, on the panels
Turnin' knobs you suckers like baskin' robs
Caravel dont tell whole crew is ice cream fudge
Rappers 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 heart it hard
Pick and choose you oops you lost
Check out the boss on down to walkways

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

Scratches in mattress money reattaches worldwide
inside stops the diamond rocks
In a million world, world, quitrillion world
Rap moves on to the year thousand

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

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

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