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!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the 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 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 bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial 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 here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like 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 next man with his up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land 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 need to slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers 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 don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I them ain't shit change
I'm still the same asshole with a different name
Became late to the 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 your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak 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 just a mean person, you never worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a and do this crossword puzzle
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out