Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired 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 diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
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 to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last show with a different
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
your short life 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 from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And when I'm down ten seconds left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out