Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
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 care
My hair look like I ain't come it, a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
When your 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 to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when gets this M-16 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
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out