Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts
So my facial expression stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit 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 shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
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 industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be stackin' up white rappers im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I don't know you but 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 Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to mucus
So when I grab a and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my were muzzled
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