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 ain't to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six a year
See bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady the fuck 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 facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the 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 Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
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 shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't 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 broke
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 room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin 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 same lame asshole a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
your short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out