Luyện nghe bài hát The Nosebleed Section

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

This is for the heads loving the mix,
My in the front, all covered 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 pump meters, we drunk you need us,
So jump us, down in the front entrance (if it's your flavour),
flavour, come get drunk with us,(wooooo!)
This turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I had some land,
Some in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); fuck the of the dust,
You sniffing, that shit is for the punk 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 the people 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)

I got hip-hop buds,
I wanna hear bass when I make love,
I wanna some lyrics when I wake up,
Write to get me through a break up, bitch!
Rather straight, no chaser,
Went through 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, track, a-dat, residual
Noise, funk that we claim with the digital,
Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to me,
Throw your hands in the air like hailing a taxi,
And to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro?
This is for my and the freaks in the front row.

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

People complain if Suffa's in here,
And in the front row, all covered in beer,
And club owners don't say 'the place is wrecked it's fault',(uh huh)
If the roof is on fire an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it
Like night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
live on the breaks son, like pace one,
Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab mates one,
Ladies come chill, rock with me honey,
I got half a mill in monopoly 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 to Japan, and drink saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for Bacardi with Gaddafi a
Dinner date, followed by a 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 with the in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in with the people 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 (Its for the Nosebleed Section)

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