Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

I'm the other half, known as the other
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 spoon stuck in the throat
Young useless, lyrically
Rhyme revolves around of mindless

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

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

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

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

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

Negative mind, paid as snakes who rhyme
Play the dude sucker time
I I take a bust in my nut
And gave birth to bastard sons

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

out hardcore flaws, step to stage
Your biggest fan, years of age
Broke out the swindler 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 havin'
acne showin', L.A. weak-ass sellout

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

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