Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Forget The Bass

I'm ready for action, provisions of visions
Verbally, word will be enhanced
With the bass that you in a trance
Some dance, take a chance, Del won't do you wrong

I've in the rap game too long to falter
I like Gibraltar
you kneel to the butt like an altar
We to prove, this is improved

When you're at
'em with vibration
That soothes back like massages
you can park your car in garages

It'll be just for riders, listening to the bells'
You can barely the vocals
Mixing is important, getting the public into holds

Hip hop homo's will do well to this
It ain't who's the dopest
It's who gets the fan's upon you
they feel what the song do

I think I'm onto something, when I got my shit
I remember when were satisfied with just lyrics
Now, if the music's flat, I can barely stand to it

And my rhymes are impeccable and you can't dissect my
With sounding like it's out of tin cans
Just wretch the whole and stride for perfection
Why you they call this a profession? Hey

Can't forget the
The bottom got 'em to the wall, man
We got cassettes, CDs and LPs
DJs for days, you do
Give it your all, 'cause that's pays

forget the bass
The bottom got 'em to the wall, man
We got cassettes, CDs and LPs
DJs for days, you do
Give it your all, 'cause that's pays

I just when I can hear the bump pleading to the walls
In the halls from the record stores in the malls
A beat with walls I like that, it bites back and strikes
At niggaz who are

'Cuz back in the day when hip hop was developing
It was back in the day, we should be in experience
All you newcomers better be leery
Hieroglyphics got the bump and it mysterious

forget the bass
The bottom got 'em to the wall, man
We got cassettes, CDs and LPs
DJs for days, you do
Give it your all, that's what pays

forget the bass
The got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man
We got cassettes, CDs and LPs
DJs for days, you do
Give it your all, 'cause that's what

don't apply to the niggaz who salved
And fell out of fam base, trying to chase the big bucks
It sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to
Super

And watch the role and image of a mic champion
To the fam base, it simply can't be
'Cuz they're your when you don't get the prop shit
They know you got the top shit and in it for profit

But since we on the topic, let me it
We need to stop segregation of hip hop
Talking 'bout fuck the coast and fuck the west
sold out 'cause someone either sings a notion in the chorus

What is hip hop then?
Only the shit you to, everything else pretending
I'm a message to my fam base
Fuck this is hip hop and is rap, it came from the same place

And there's a place for including hieroglyphics
And we gonna with it, as long as y'all with it
'Cause the fam is like a legion
For one cause, we the dope shit
the others got flossed

Now I'm a fan who likes a lot of different
I differentiate music just to spread my wings
I always do my best that's why my love me
Not simply drop shit, so I can be

We all got preferences, that's just how it goes
But when you see there's an effort made
Don't up your nose
up the bass, race to go and buy it
And don't dub it, some of y'all do it, deny it

forget the bass
The got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man
We got cassettes, CDs and LPs
DJs for days, you do
Give it all, 'cause that's what pays