Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six a year
See the you sayin', Skam ain't 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
Three six five a
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 tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, 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
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show 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 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 "O" that I snifed off caine
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So when I grab a 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
when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
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 down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out