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
some up in the chamber

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
six five a year
See bullshit 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 bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, 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 man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, wild 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, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck 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 from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You know spaced the fuck 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 till you screamin' to be
when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while you're still a virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out