Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

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

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

Sons, slim ones flee the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon in the throat
useless, lyrically careless
Rhyme around modes of mindless

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

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

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

Starrin' roles stone-faced from the
whinin', meanin' when the others
Stand by 'em, they take the fall
The beast now lives in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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