Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo what the fuck 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 endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the ass rappers, that 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 ain't fittin, leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' I don't care
My look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

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