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 tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
like 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 man with his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the 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 neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, 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
show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

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