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,
Batters in the box (uh), to pitch,(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in bitch,
And we the leaders, punks you can't beat us,
We bump and meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if your flavour),
Your flavour, come get drunk us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing
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 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 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 fell in love the people in the front row,
(ho how)

I got taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I love,
I wanna some lyrics when I wake up,
Write to get me through a break up, bitch!
whisky straight, no chaser,
Went through breaks, no flavour,
I found this one, and made the,
Bass with the drum, my saviour,
This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp a thumbtack,
It's so tight James is saying my funk back,
One track, track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band that we claim with the digital,
Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to me,
Throw your in the air like you're hailing a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you 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 with the people in the row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for I'd know,
I fell in love the people in the front 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 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,
Gets 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 beach and count 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 with the 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 know I 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 in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I around, for faces I'd know,
I in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
(till fade)