Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', pseudo 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 him smart let's listen