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' 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
some up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I care
My look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the 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 lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal 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 ain't shit
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
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 demon who English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best possible for emergancy 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 and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
plead the fifth 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 bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out