Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' some up in the

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', ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
some up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
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 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 a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the same lame with a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate the last "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 it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my single with the clean version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
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 mothers
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out