Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

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

Sons, ones flee from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver stuck in the throat
useless, lyrically careless
Rhyme revolves around modes of

If everyone of stick-up, it's pick of a beast'
Prone to a lick of a
Taste the flav' of the
trio, abandoned by lyrical

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

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

Starrin' roles stone-faced from the
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' the others
Stand by 'em, while take the fall
The beast now in the capital

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

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

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

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

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

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

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