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 ain't tryin' to (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
Three six a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady tryin' to hear
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You Erykah 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, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we done we stay hard, so you don't shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
remember 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, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You you're spaced the fuck 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 for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out