Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't 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
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I don't you but fuck 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 like three up in the
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the last "O" I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When puke 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 English
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
your short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out