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
some 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
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin
So my facial expression 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 buck here
The road to riches is for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that alone
You aint Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your ear
Spittin' like I care
My look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I plan shit, you know how we go down
need to slow down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to up on Miami, leavin' with a broke neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be up white 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 it, let me get a dollar
For bad car, that go along with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the baby 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 with a different name
late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
your puke 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 for the weak and squeamish
Burn you till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun backwards like every of obscene cursin
On the of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while still a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll it back before 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 thought of, and
Cock-block your game
I'll plead the fifth my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out