Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Forget The Bass

I'm ready for action, packing of visions
Verbally, every word will be
With the bass puts you in a trance
dance, come take a chance, Del won't do you wrong

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

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

It'll be just for riders, listening to Rock the
You can hear the vocals
Mixing is important, getting the into choke holds

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

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

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

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

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

'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

Can't 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 forget the
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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm a fan who a lot of different things
I differentiate music just 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 you see there's an effort being 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, don't it

Can't forget the
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