Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

Servin' the role, a sole step
Talk of C.C. or sleepin'
While wakin' up to 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
for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is

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

Sons, slim 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, it's pick of a
Prone to a lick of a
Taste the flav' of the
trio, abandoned by lyrical

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

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

Starrin' stone-faced from the brothers
whinin', meanin' when the others
Stand by 'em, while they the fall
The beast now in the capital

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

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

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

Played out hardcore flaws, step to
Your biggest fan, nine of age
Broke out 'cause the swindler took Ducat
No talent on the tune, you as well suck it

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

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

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