Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

Spoken gets played like the lottery
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 other half, as the other trey
Tourin' to wild screams, the third son's
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, pick of a beast'
Prone to a lick of a
Taste the of the original
trio, abandoned by lyrical

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

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

Starrin' roles stone-faced from the
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' when the
Stand by 'em, while they the fall
The now lives 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 to the Serch and I slam

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

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

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

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

Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', pseudo intellectual
Dust-smokin', pretty boy posin'
wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject Devil
White bread no money 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 smart let's