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 ain't tryin' to (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' 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 ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I don't 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
remember 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' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You mess with me, fuckin' 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
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo Skam 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 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 for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive 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 never seen worse
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out