Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' 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, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out 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 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 dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
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 fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too 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 and block the hydrants
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
I'll take it back before we knew 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 night you thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out