Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

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

Sons, ones flee from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the
Young useless, lyrically
Rhyme revolves around of mindless

If everyone spoke of stick-up, pick of a beast'
to a lick of a waste
Taste the flav' of the
Orphaned trio, abandoned by

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

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

Starrin' roles from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', when the others
Stand by 'em, they take the fall
The beast now lives in the

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

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

A record label, a king to 4th
Passin phases, non-legitimate
Pop figures who figured they'd get
art the black 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 suck it

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

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

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