Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of late for the bus
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit 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 shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
My hair look I ain't come it, shit 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
we done we stay 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
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the 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, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
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 name
Became late to the last show with a different
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When your 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
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers 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 this burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out