Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the you sayin', Skam ain't tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

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 ain't to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the man with his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole 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 George Lucas
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your sternum iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it further back that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out