Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm tryin' to be the of the day
Three six a year
See that you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
some up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the pity ass rappers, that shit with out make-up, wake up
diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
like I don't care
My hair look I ain't come it, shit a damn 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 hard, so you don't land shit
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
They need to slow down, and 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 street got me
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the "O" that I snifed off caine
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When puke 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
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So when Slim this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
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 were of, and
Cock-block your father's
plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out