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

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

Spoken slang gets like the lottery
Your are incorrect, so you step to me
for the key to release that first piece
Three two is six, Pete is one-three

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

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

If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a
Prone to a of a waste
Taste the flav' of the
Orphaned trio, abandoned by

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

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

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

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

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

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

Played out hardcore flaws, to stage
biggest fan, nine years of age
Broke out 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?
Word is Bond Pete, 'em
You know about that silver spoon
Buckshot acne showin', L.A. sellout

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

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