Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

Here's my advice to all planin' to give a performace
Speak up, and the act movin'

Servin' the role, a sole child
Talk of C.C. or sleepin'
While wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S,
Success is butter for space

Spoken slang gets played the lottery
Your are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first
times two is six, Pete is one-three

I'm the half, known as the other trey
Tourin' to screams, the third son's born
to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your father
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

Sons, slim ones from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon in the throat
Young useless, lyrically
Rhyme around modes of mindless

If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a
Prone to a of a waste
Taste the flav' of the
trio, abandoned by lyrical

Through us, the exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and
Out with voice distorted
If a to wish play fetus, I'd have him aborted

Put to bed, three to a third track
Cap the front and grip, when they heard
The crew the L.Q. stepped to the Club Mars
Shook the beast and soon to be stars

Starrin' stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' the others
Stand by 'em, they take the fall
The beast now in the capital

wrecks sets, Def Jam a true wrecker
The is nothin' but MC Black 'n' Decker
boys buggin' to the A.M
You step to the and I slam

Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't
Play the dude sucker time
I stand I a bust in my nut
And gave to three bastard sons

A record label, a to 4th letter
phases, non-legitimate trendsetters
Pop figures who figured get paid
Exploitin' art the man made

Played out hardcore flaws, step to
Your biggest fan, nine of age
Broke out the swindler took your Ducat
No talent on the tune, you might as well it

Yo Serch, you know about that I'm speakin' on?
Word is Pete, school 'em
You know about that silver spoon
acne showin', L.A. weak-ass sellout

Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', Jethro pseudo
Dust-smokin', pretty boy posin'
wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject Devil
White bread no money havin' slum village clonin' step children

Sam sever, serve the
Yo Sam, 'em
He is stupid but he that he is stupid
And that, almost him smart let's listen