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
Three six five a
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
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 Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
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 reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck Skam's dick, off of 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 every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show 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 ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short life you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your sternum iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out