Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

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

Yo Skam, the fuck you doin'?

Man, I'm anger!

I'm to be the illest of the day
Three six five a
See that bullshit you sayin', Shady tryin' to hear
Spittin' in your ear
Keepin' some up in the

Aiyyo what the fuck you doin'?

I'm anger!

Man I'm tired of tired, everytime I wake up
Tired of fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up sluts
So my facial expression stay up, and shut the fuck up!
To the pity ass rappers, ain't shit with out make-up, wake up
Gold bitches, the buck stops here
The road to is closed for repair
So if the ain't fittin, girl leave that shit alone
You Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?
I rip tissue out your 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 next man his heels up
Brain dead, and be reincarnated at a speed
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 plan shit, you 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 remember the 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, lyric equal land mind
I be stackin' up white 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 don't know you but it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go along the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show a theft
Cause in Miami, the baby jammin like up in the chamber
(Yo what the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit
I'm still the same lame with a different name
Became late to the last show with a dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I off caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like Lucas
When your is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks
Freak genius, too for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse
So when Slim gets this M-16
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene
On the B-side of my first single with the clean
Stoppin your short while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured iternally
I'll take it back before we 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 night you were of, and
Cock-block your father's
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword
And when I'm down with ten left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a so hard, I'll knock us both out