Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' to hear (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 a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't 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 bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair look I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
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 plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go along with the
show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin 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 still the same lame asshole with a different
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're spaced the out like George Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I 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
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out