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' 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 five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't to hear
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what 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
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out 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 man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
we done we stay hard, so you don't 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 slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
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 the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit 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 out like George Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your sternum iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out