Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

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

Servin' the role, a step child
Talk of C.C. or keep
wakin' 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 other
Tourin' to wild screams, the third born
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

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

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

Through us, the echelon exposed the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, sworn 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 heard that
The crew from the L.Q. to the Club Mars
Shook the and soon to be dubbed stars

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

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

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

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

Played out hardcore flaws, step to
Your biggest fan, years of age
Broke out 'cause the took 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
Buckshot acne showin', L.A. sellout

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

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