Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six a year
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam ain't tryin' to (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', 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 of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue 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 next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be up white 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 know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo what 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 with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers
I'll take it further than that
to Lovers' lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out