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

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
six five a year
See that 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
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed 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 plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and 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' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
in Miami, the baby jammin like 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 the same lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So when I a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a 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