Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
six five a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
some up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair 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 reincarnated at a bump
we done we stay 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 slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin 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 this bad car, that go along with the
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't 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 off caine
You know spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out