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 sleepin'
While wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S,
is butter for Serch's space

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

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

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

If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's of a beast'
to a lick of a waste
Taste the of the original
trio, abandoned by lyrical

Through us, the echelon exposed the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born and sold
Out with high voice
If a beast to wish 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. to the Club Mars
Shook the beast and to be dubbed stars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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