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 tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

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
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and 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 diggin' bitches, the buck stops
The to riches 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 your out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't land
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
Can't the lass 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 equal land mind
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the 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 them ain't change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different
Became late to the last with a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
when 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 than
So when Slim gets this burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my single with the clean version
Stoppin your short 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 the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll it further back than that
Back to lane, to the night you were thought 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 crossword puzzle
And when I'm down ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out