Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six 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, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
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 ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin 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
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
They need to slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At industry 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, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' 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 with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
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 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 who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
Run in a ultrasound and you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit 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