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 step
Talk of C.C. or keep
While wakin' up to of 3rd B A S S, bass
Success is butter for Serch's

Spoken slang gets played the lottery
Your 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 wild screams, the third son's
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause Serch is father
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

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

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

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

Put to bed, kids to a third track
Cap the front and grip, when heard 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', meanin' when the
Stand by 'em, while they take the
The now lives in the capital

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

mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme
Play the it's sucker time
I stand I take a 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
Exploitin' art the man made

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

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

Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', Jethro 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 that he is stupid
And that, makes him smart let's listen