Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

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

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

If everyone spoke of stick-up, 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
Counterfeit style, born and sold
Out with high voice
If a beast to play fetus, I'd have him aborted

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

Starrin' stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' when the
Stand by 'em, while 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 rhyme
Play the dude sucker time
I I take a bust in my nut
And gave birth to three sons

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

Played out hardcore flaws, to stage
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 slum I'm speakin' on?
Word is Pete, school 'em
You know that silver spoon havin'
acne showin', L.A. weak-ass sellout

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

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