Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the 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 ain't tryin' to
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
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, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white rappers im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, go along 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 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 like Lucas
When puke is turnin' 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 extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out