Luyện nghe bài hát ThreeSixFive

Yo, I'm to be the man of the day
six five a year
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 you doin'?

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' in your ear
some up in the chamber

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
of all be blendin', and endin' up datin 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 tissue out ear
Spittin' I don't care
My hair look like I ain't come it, shit a damn near
So I burn, zig-zag, I leave the man with his heels up
dead, and be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we hard, so you don't land shit
Suck dick, off of what a dead man spit
Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we go
They need to slow down, and a look who the hoe now
At every industry party, so damn drunk
remember 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' a broke neck
Oh shit, leathal equal land mind
I be stackin' up white rappers like im throwin' gas
And I'm, buck wild exposin the plain
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' up in the same room
Hey you, I know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad car, that go with the breath
Some show the mad bomb, and steal the show like a
Cause in Miami, the jammin like three up in the chamber
(Yo Skam the fuck you doin?)

Some people say I'm strange, I tell them shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole a different name
Became late to the last show a different dane
Brain ate the last "O" that I snifed off caine
You you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When puke is turnin' 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
genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a and block the hydrants
I'm just a person, you never seen worse than
So when gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen
In the best hospital possible for surgery
To try to stop the blood your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were of, and
Cock-block your game
plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, knock us both out