Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam tryin' 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 to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo what 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
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 stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out 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 the next man with his heels up
Brain dead, and be at a speed bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo it, I don't plan 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 drunk
Can't remember the ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, buck wild the plain truth
You couldn't 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 the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're spaced the fuck out George 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 who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive till you to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back before we each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back that
to Lovers' lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And when I'm with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out