Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, what the 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
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I up
Tired of these ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and up datin sluts
So my expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold diggin' bitches, the stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' like I don't
My hair 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 reincarnated at a bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
remember the lass 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 lyric land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You mess 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 with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the like a theft
in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

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