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!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
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 ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
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 how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric 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, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like 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 shit
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured 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 further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my 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 head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out