Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My look like I ain't come it, shit 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
we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' 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, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last 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 is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and 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 till you to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my single with the clean version
Stoppin your life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out