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!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

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 bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' to hear
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the 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 endin' up 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
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
They need to slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like 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 change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
When your 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 English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers
take 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 muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out