Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

Spoken slang gets like the lottery
lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is

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

Sons, slim ones flee the 3rd
Words, spoken, a spoon stuck in the throat
Young useless, careless
Rhyme revolves modes of mindless

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

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

Put to bed, three kids to a third
Cap the and grip, when they heard that
The crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Club
the beast and soon to be dubbed stars

Starrin' stone-faced from the brothers
whinin', meanin' when the others
Stand by 'em, while they take the
The now lives in the capital

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

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

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

Played out flaws, step to stage
Your biggest fan, years 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 silver spoon havin'
Buckshot acne showin', L.A. weak-ass

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

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