Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the you sayin', Skam 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 to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

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 bein' 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 pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a 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 done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
They need to down, and take 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
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' 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 with the
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame with a different name
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out