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'

the role, a sole step child
Talk of C.C. or sleepin'
wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S, bass
Success is for Serch's space

Spoken slang played like the lottery
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you to me
for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, is one-three

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

Sons, slim flee from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver stuck in the throat
Young useless, careless
Rhyme revolves around modes of

If spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a beast'
to a lick of a waste
Taste the of the original
trio, abandoned by lyrical

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

Put to bed, three kids to a track
Cap the front and grip, when they that
The crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Mars
Shook the beast and soon to be dubbed

roles stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', when the others
by 'em, while they take the fall
The beast now lives in the

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

Negative mind, as snakes who can't rhyme
Play the dude it's sucker
I stand I a bust in my nut
And gave birth to bastard sons

A record label, a king to 4th
Passin phases, trendsetters
Pop figures who they'd get paid
Exploitin' art the black man

out hardcore flaws, step to stage
Your fan, nine years of age
out 'cause the swindler took your Ducat
No talent on the tune, you might as suck it

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

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

Sam sever, the rest
Yo Sam, 'em
He is stupid but he knows that he is
And that, almost makes him let's listen