Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady the fuck 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
of all be blendin', and endin' 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 bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' I don't 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
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a 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 puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a and squeeze 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 to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
your 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 stop the blood from your sternum iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my while I take 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, I'll knock us out