Luyện nghe bài hát Sons of 3rd Bass

Here's my advice to all amateurs planin' to give a
up, and keep the act movin'

Servin' the role, a sole step
Talk of C.C. or keep
wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S, bass
Success is butter for Serch's

Spoken slang gets played like the
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you to me
Lookin' for the key to release first piece
Three times two is six, is one-three

I'm the half, known as the other trey
Tourin' to screams, the third son's born
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why

Sons, slim ones flee the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the
useless, lyrically careless
Rhyme around modes of mindless

If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's of a beast'
to a lick of a waste
Taste the flav' of the
trio, abandoned by lyrical

Through us, the echelon exposed the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born and sold
Out with voice distorted
If a beast to wish play fetus, I'd him aborted

Put to bed, kids to a third track
Cap the front and grip, when they heard
The from the L.Q. stepped to the Club Mars
Shook the beast and soon to be stars

Starrin' roles from the brothers
Ludicrous whinin', when the others
Stand by 'em, while take the fall
The beast now in the capital

wrecks sets, Def Jam a true wrecker
The label is nothin' but MC 'n' Decker
Three buggin' to the A.M
You step to the and I slam

Negative mind, as snakes who can't rhyme
Play the dude it's sucker
I I take a bust in my nut
And birth to three bastard sons

A record label, a to 4th letter
Passin phases, trendsetters
Pop who figured they'd get paid
art the black man made

Played out flaws, step to stage
biggest fan, nine years of age
Broke out the swindler took your Ducat
No talent on the tune, you might as well it

Yo Serch, you know about slum I'm speakin' on?
is Bond Pete, school 'em
You know about that silver havin'
Buckshot showin', L.A. weak-ass sellout

Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', pseudo intellectual
Dust-smokin', boy playwrite posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject
White bread no money havin' slum village people clonin' children

Sam sever, serve the
Yo Sam, 'em
He is but he knows that he is stupid
And that, almost makes him smart listen