Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

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

Sons, slim ones from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon in the throat
Young useless, lyrically
Rhyme revolves around modes of

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

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

Put to bed, three kids to a third
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 dubbed

roles stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' the others
Stand by 'em, while they take the
The beast now in the capital

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

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

A record label, a king to 4th
Passin phases, trendsetters
Pop figures who figured get paid
Exploitin' art the black man

Played out hardcore flaws, step to
Your biggest fan, years of age
Broke out 'cause the swindler your Ducat
No talent on the tune, you might as well 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 pseudo
Dust-smokin', boy playwrite posin'
wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject Devil
White bread no money slum village people clonin' step children

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