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, 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 Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I 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 stuck up, and shut the fuck 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 ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of 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
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white rappers im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
Became to the last show with a different dane
ate from the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out George Lucas
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
your short life while you're still 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 your mothers
I'll take it further back than
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out