Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

Spoken gets 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 trey
Tourin' to wild screams, the third born
to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your father
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

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

If everyone of stick-up, it's pick of a beast'
Prone to a of a waste
the flav' of the original
Orphaned trio, by lyrical

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

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

Starrin' roles stone-faced the brothers
whinin', meanin' when the others
Stand by 'em, while they the fall
The now lives in the capital

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

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

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

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

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

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

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