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 to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, the fuck 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
Spittin' 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
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit 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 aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My look like 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 speed
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At every 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, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show 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 late to the show with a different dane
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when Slim gets this 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
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll it back before we knew each 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 the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out