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!)
Bustin' 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
Three six five a
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
lyrics 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 sluts
So my facial expression stay up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair like I ain't come 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 we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, 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' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
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 demon who speaks
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of 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 specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
I'll take it back before we knew other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out