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

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, 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, leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair 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 hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' 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' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im 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 don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with 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 what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm still the same asshole with a different name
Became late to the show with a different dane
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So when I grab a and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
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 you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So my dick 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, I'll knock us out