Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
six five a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out George Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out