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'
wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S, bass
Success is butter for Serch's

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

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

Sons, ones flee from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the
useless, lyrically 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
Orphaned trio, abandoned by

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

Put to bed, three kids to a 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' roles stone-faced the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' when the
Stand by 'em, they take the fall
The now lives in the capital

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

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

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

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

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

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