Luyện nghe bài hát The Nosebleed Section

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

This is for the heads that's 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 leaders, punks you can't beat us,
We bump and pump meters, we you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the entrance (if it's your flavour),
Your flavour, come get drunk us,(wooooo!)
This turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had 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 sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes (wooaah!),
shit is for my bros, my people in the front row.

You know I 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)

I got hip-hop buds,
I wanna hear that when I make love,
I wanna hear some when I wake up,
rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch!
Rather straight, no chaser,
Went through 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 give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat,
Noise, band funk we claim with the digital,
Toys I'm the Apache, failing to match me,
your hands in the air like you're 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 I looked 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)

People complain 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
Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
Gets live on the son, like pace one,
Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab mates one,
come chill, come rock with me honey,
I got like a mill in monopoly 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 drink saki mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi Gaddafi a
Dinner date, by a funk show,
We'll rip off our tops and jump 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 I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love 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 know I 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 fell in with the people 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)
(till fade)