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!)
Bustin' in the air
some up in the chamber

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 tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of bein' tired, I wake up
of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial stay stuck up, and shut the fuck 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 for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl that shit alone
You aint Erykah Badu, I look like Tyrone?
I rip your out your ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a near year
So I burn, zig-zag, I the next man with his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we we stay hard, so you don't land shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
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 industry party, gettin' so drunk
remember the lass ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, in the street got me
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, leavin' with a broke
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im 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 don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along with the
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the baby like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam what the you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't change
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 George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the
Start a fire and block the
I'm just a mean person, you never seen than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out