Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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