Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

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
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
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 to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' 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 next man with his up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we stay hard, so you don't shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They need to slow down, and take a who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't remember the lass ass you kissed, or you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be up white rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and the show like a theft
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a name
Became to the last show with a different dane
ate from the last "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 demon who speaks
Freak genius, too extreme for the and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun like every word of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
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 you were thought of, and
Cock-block father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my were muzzled
So my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out