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 to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' 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 a year
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to
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, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stay 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 is closed for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your 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 leave the man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
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, go along with the breath
show the mad bomb, and steal the show 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 them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame with a different name
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" 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 squeeze it fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a virgin
you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us out