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 ain't 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
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of 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 facial stay 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 closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the man with his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
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 how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn 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, 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 truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last show with a different
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange 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
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
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 fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this 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