Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

I crank up lyrical flows, spats, whats that
The records, dont 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 like baskin' robs
Caravel dont tell your whole is ice cream fudge
Rappers that budge, makin' step in grooves

And the pace
Like at dark shades
Now you me
Rap moves on to the three thousand

Let me red red red
See the black heart it aint
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 rock ya
Heads bop, forever tunes and they wont stop hip-hop
Keeps growing, of sick of showing

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

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

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

Your tape deck gets wet
You my pet, my poodle chicken on the rise
Open your and see my life
Rap moves on to the three thousand