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' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I 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
we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck dick, off of what 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 industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't 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' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
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 bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So when I grab a pencil and it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your life while you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back before we knew other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out