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

You know I looked around, for I'd know,
I in love 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)

I got taste buds,
I wanna hear bass when I make love,
I wanna hear some when I wake up,
Write rhymes to get me through a up, bitch!
whisky straight, no chaser,
Went through breaks, no flavour,
Till I this one, and made the,
Bass with the drum, my saviour,
This is the comeback, that's sharp like a thumbtack,
It's so tight is saying give my funk back,
One track, track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band funk we claim with the digital,
I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me,
Throw your hands in the air like 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 in love 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)

People don't if Suffa's in here,
And in the front row, all covered in beer,
And club owners say 'the place is wrecked it's your fault',(uh huh)
If the roof is on fire it's an fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I it live
Like Friday night footy, in my can hide I,
live on the breaks son, like pace one,
Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your one,
Ladies chill, come rock with me honey,
I got like half a mill in money,
There's no stopping me honey, so you can my hand,
We can lay on the and count grains of sand,
Or take a plane to Japan, and saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for Bacardi with Gaddafi a
Dinner date, by a funk show,
We'll rip off our tops and around in the front row.

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