Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the you sayin', Skam 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 tryin' to be the of the day
six five a year
See bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
some up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, 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 three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out