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 to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
six five a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
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 fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that shit with 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 that shit
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't 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 bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to 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 broke
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim gets this burstin'
You spun backwards 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
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out