Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
six five a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake 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 stay stuck up, and the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like 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 leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
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, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
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 ain't shit
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're spaced the fuck out George Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
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 your short while you're still a teen virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
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 your game
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 seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out