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' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
six five a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
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, everytime I up
of these fake ducks, tired 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 with out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man with his up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, 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
show the mad bomb, and steal the show 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 ain't shit change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers
I'll take it back than that
to Lovers' lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out