Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
Three six five a
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 fuck you

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', ain't tryin' to hear
lyrics in your ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for
So if the shoe fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair like 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 bump
we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They need to down, and take a look who the hoe now
At every party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a neck
Oh shit, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up rappers like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You couldn't mess 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 steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the same lame with a different name
Became late to the last show a different dane
ate from the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like 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 demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to 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 every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin your short life you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it back than that
to Lovers' 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 I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll us both out