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 ain't to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' 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
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady tryin' to hear
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' 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 shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
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 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 up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
I'm still the same lame with 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 like Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and 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 screamin' to be
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 worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a 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 snatch you out your mothers
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out