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!)
Bustin' in the air
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

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

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
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 and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
take 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 lane, to the night you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a and do this crossword puzzle
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out