Luyện nghe bài hát The Nosebleed Section

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

is for the heads 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, punks you can't us,
We bump and meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it's flavour),
Your flavour, come get with us,(wooooo!)
life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had land,
Some money in my hand, round about grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); fuck the of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the hoes (wooaah!),
This shit is for my bros, my people in the 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 with the people in the front row,
(ho how)

I got taste buds,
I wanna hear bass when I make love,
I wanna hear 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 found this one, and the,
Bass with the drum, my saviour,
is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack,
It's so tight is saying give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat,
Noise, band funk that we claim the digital,
Toys I'm the Apache, you're to match me,
Throw your hands in the air like you're a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you Are you drunk bro?
is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.

You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love the people 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)

don't complain if Suffa's 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 it live
Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
Gets live on the breaks son, pace one,
Lads, if you're heading to the bar your mates one,
Ladies come chill, rock with me honey,
I got like half a mill in money,
There's no me honey, so you can take my hand,
We can lay on the and count grains of sand,
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki mafia,
Fly to Libya for Bacardi with Gaddafi a
date, followed by a funk show,
We'll rip off our and jump around 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 in the front row,
(ho how)

me here, and I'm all yours, It's 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 with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I in love with the people 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)
(till fade)