Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
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 at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I 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 drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck 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 with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
in Miami, the baby jammin like three 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 lame asshole with a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out