Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' 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 tryin' to be the of the day
Three six five a
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 tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The road to is closed for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what 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 next man with his up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, go along with the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop 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 M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my single with the clean version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out