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!)
Bustin' 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 bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a 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
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and take a 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 street got me
Tryin' to 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, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know 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 what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became to the last show with a different dane
ate from the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So when Slim gets this burstin'
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
your short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out