Luyện nghe bài hát The Nosebleed Section

For my people in the (front)
In the Section (section)

This is for the that's loving the mix,
My people in the front, all in spit,
in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch,(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in bitch,
And we the funk leaders, you can't beat us,
We bump and meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the entrance (if it's your flavour),
Your flavour, get drunk with us,(wooooo!)
This turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had land,
money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); fuck the of the dust,
You keep sniffing, shit is for the punk hoes (wooaah!),
This is for my bros, my people in the front row.

You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for I'd know,
I in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)

I got taste buds,
I wanna that bass when I make love,
I wanna hear some when I wake up,
rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch!
Rather straight, no chaser,
Went fifty breaks, no flavour,
Till I found one, and made the,
Bass hook the drum, my saviour,
is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack,
It's so tight James is give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat,
Noise, band funk that we claim the digital,
I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me,
Throw your hands in the air you're hailing a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk
This is for my and the freaks in the front row.

You know I looked around, for I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the row,
(ho how)
You know I around, for faces I'd know,
I in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)

People don't complain if in here,
And you're in the row, all covered in beer,
And club owners don't say 'the place is it's your fault',(uh huh)
If the is on fire it's an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it
Like night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
Gets live on the son, like pace one,
Lads, if you're to the bar grab your mates one,
Ladies come chill, come with me honey,
I got like half a in monopoly money,
no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand,
We can lay on the beach and grains of sand,
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with a
Dinner date, by a funk show,
rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.

You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the row,
(ho how)
You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)

Look me here, and I'm all yours, It's not for the
and not for the applause, no
Oh no no (Its for the Nosebleed Section)

You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the in the front row,
(ho how)
You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the in the front row,
(ho how)
(till fade)