Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam ain't to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your 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, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

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