Luyện nghe bài hát The Nosebleed Section

For my in the front (front)
In the Nosebleed (section)

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

You know I 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 fell in love with the people in the row,
(ho how)

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

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

don't complain if Suffa's in here,
And you're in the front row, all in beer,
And club owners don't say 'the place is wrecked it's fault',(uh huh)
If the roof is on fire it's an fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, I bring it live
Like night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
Gets live on the breaks son, pace one,
Lads, if you're to the bar grab your mates one,
Ladies come chill, come rock me honey,
I got like half a in monopoly money,
There's no 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 saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with a
date, followed by a funk show,
We'll rip off our tops and around in the front row.

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

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

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