Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam ain't 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
six five a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
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, everytime I up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we 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 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 lass ass you kissed, or 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 equal land
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak 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 the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood your 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 back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out