Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

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 you sayin', Shady ain't tryin' to hear
Spittin' lyrics in ear
Keepin' up in the chamber

Aiyyo Shady what the you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm of bein' tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts
So my facial expression stay up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The to riches is closed for repair
So if the shoe ain't fittin, girl leave that shit
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip your tissue out ear
Spittin' like I care
My hair look 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
When we done we stay hard, so you land shit
Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't shit, you know how we go down
They 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
me of my ex, in the street got me veck
Tryin' to roll up on Miami, with a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal lyric equal land
I be stackin' up white like im throwin' gas signs
And I'm, wild exposin the plain truth
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 along the breath
Some the mad bomb, and steal the show like a theft
in Miami, the baby jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the lame asshole with a different name
Became late to the show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I snifed off
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George
When your puke is to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I a pencil 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 alive till you screamin' to be
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to the violence
Start a fire and the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you seen worse than
So Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the you were thought of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out