Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
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 bein' tired, 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 expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his 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 to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like a theft
in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam 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 show a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know spaced 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 demon who speaks
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
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 ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out