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
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck 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 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 here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the man with his heels 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
They need to slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame with a different name
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" I snifed off caine
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You spun backwards 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 virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured 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 were of, and
your father's game
I'll the fifth 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 left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out