Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

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

Spoken slang played like the lottery
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you to me
Lookin' for the key to that first 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
to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your father
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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