Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six a year
See the bullshit you sayin', Skam tryin' to hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' in the air
Keepin' some up in the

Yo Skam, what the you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

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

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' 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
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' like I 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 stay hard, so you land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo it, I don't plan shit, you know 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 got me veck
to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, buck wild exposin the truth
You couldn't with me, fuckin' 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 the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm the same lame asshole with a different name
Became to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're the fuck out like George Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum 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
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the like my jaws were 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