Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Forget The Bass

I'm for action, packing provisions of visions
Verbally, every word be enhanced
the bass that puts you in a trance
Some dance, come take a chance, Del do you wrong

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

you're at water
Caught 'em with
That soothes your back massages
Before you can park your car in

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

Hip hop homo's do well to know this
It ain't who's the dopest
It's who gets the fan's focus you
When they feel the song do

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

And my rhymes are and you can't dissect my flow
With music sounding like out of tin cans
Just the whole vibe and stride for perfection
Why you think they this a profession? Hey

Can't 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

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

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

'Cuz in the day when hip hop was just developing
It was back in the day, we should be relishing in
All you newcomers better be leery
Hieroglyphics got the bump and it ain't

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

Can't 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 pays

This apply to the niggaz who salved
And fell out of their fam base, to chase the big bucks
It sucks, I know, when heroes wanna appear to hoes
Super

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 what