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 ain't to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' 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
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
They need to slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' 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 broke
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' 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 you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when Slim gets this burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out