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!)
Bustin' in the air
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
Three six a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my expression stay 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 here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look 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 reincarnated at a speed
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess me, fuckin' shit 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 the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame with a different name
Became late to the last show with a different
ate from the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out George Lucas
When 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 speaks
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the of my first single with the clean version
your short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your sternum 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 back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block 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 I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out