Luyện nghe bài hát 3000

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Commercial raps in the
on disc thats very wack
That you saved, you think its wont go platinum
Or even turn wood, sell the

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