Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
six five a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that shit with out make-up, wake 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 Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
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 reincarnated at a bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the 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 the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the same asshole with a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were 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 in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out