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!)
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
Three six a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't to hear
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake 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 shit out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
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 stay hard, so you don't land
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
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
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with 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 plain
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
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 clean
Stoppin your life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
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 lane, to the night you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds in the whole bout
I'ma a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out