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 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
six five a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
some up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
My hair look I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do crossword puzzle
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out