Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
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 plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At industry 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, leathal lyric equal mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
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 steal the like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last show a different dane
ate from the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and 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 I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back before we knew other's name
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out