Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

Servin' the role, a sole step
of C.C. or keep sleepin'
While wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S,
is butter for Serch's space

Spoken slang played like the lottery
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you 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 other
Tourin' to wild screams, the son's born
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause is your father
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

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

If everyone of stick-up, it's pick of a beast'
Prone to a lick of a
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 voice distorted
If a to wish play fetus, I'd have him aborted

Put to bed, three to a third track
Cap the front and grip, they heard that
The crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Club
Shook the beast and to be dubbed stars

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

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

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

A record label, a king to 4th
Passin phases, non-legitimate
Pop who figured they'd get paid
Exploitin' art the man made

out hardcore flaws, step to stage
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?
is Bond Pete, school 'em
You know about silver spoon havin'
Buckshot acne showin', L.A. weak-ass

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

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