Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay up, and shut 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, girl leave shit alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
Yo it, I don't 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 you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the 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 shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last show with a different
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
your 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
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while you're still a virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers
I'll it further back than that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out