Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your homeys tape deck wet
You my pet, my chicken noodles on the rise
your eyes and see my life
Rap moves on to the year three