Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
Three six five a
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin 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 road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
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 man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
They need to slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white rappers 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 know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" I snifed off caine
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
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 gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short life while still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back before we each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword 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