Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

Spoken slang gets played the lottery
lyrics 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 other half, known as the trey
Tourin' to screams, the third son's born
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your
"Hey ladies", why bother?

Sons, slim ones from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the
useless, lyrically careless
Rhyme revolves modes of mindless

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

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

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

roles stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' when the
Stand by 'em, while take the fall
The now lives in the capital

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

Negative mind, paid as snakes who rhyme
the dude it's sucker time
I stand I a bust in my nut
And gave birth to three sons

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

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

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

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

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