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 tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
six five a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
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 man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so drunk
remember 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' with a neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
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 with the
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're spaced the fuck out George Lucas
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers
I'll 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 when I'm down with ten seconds in the whole bout
I'ma a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out