Luyện nghe bài hát The Nosebleed Section

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

This is for the heads 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 leaders, punks 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 should've had land,
Some in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got (nothin), I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep (sufferin); fuck the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk (wooaah!),
This shit is for my bros, my 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 love the people in the front row,
(ho how)

I got hip-hop buds,
I wanna that bass when I make love,
I wanna hear some lyrics when I up,
Write rhymes to get me through a up, bitch!
Rather straight, no chaser,
Went fifty breaks, no flavour,
I found this one, and made the,
Bass hook 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 your hands in the air like you're 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 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 with the people in the front row,
(ho how)

People 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 an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, I bring it live
Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can I,
Gets live on the breaks son, like one,
Lads, if heading to the bar grab your mates one,
come 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 grains of sand,
Or a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for Bacardi with Gaddafi 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 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)

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