Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
lyrics in the air
Keepin' up in the chamber

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these ducks, tired 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 pity ass rappers, that ain't with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My look like I ain't come it, shit a damn 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 done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you 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 the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I know you but fuck 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
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 ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
ate from the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you till 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 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
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
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out