Luyện nghe bài hát 360

Hey, Skee, 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) wanna see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches wanna me head
(A Million) in my bank account
(A Million) the first week out
(A Million) on my dick
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you respect it
All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and brim blood
Gave 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the C.P.T.
Did it for New York, did it for
Ran through hip-hop, and made these lie down
I'm going away for awhile, it a California vacation
I it a Bentley with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible
Nigga sicker West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, clappers
Fuck rappin, these will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The coming for ya
My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm Hova noise
Got the whole world clapping, like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my
Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and
20 covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100
Cause half of these rap just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the
10 in the bank, 7 bedroom house
I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit lines
rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my
You wit me, my next album going to sell Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do
No more drama, no more wit 50
And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the
Where Crips and shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, we ain't shit
And you in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little talking shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre his bars is sick
Getting on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause shit
I told 'em bomp, down baby
Got to get this shit firm Foxy, NaS and AZ
She 'fuck you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's what I get for her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, take that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still drive maybach's
I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped
Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say
I'll have a hundred hurricane where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New by Dipset
he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The fact remains, the don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game his gun
the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a this once
I'm ready to die, but I want a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch, I put my in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How taste?
Blow yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for
Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, a steak on a grill
Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, smoke in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my
Nigga, I'm number one, bar none
Who else kick knowlegde outside of and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker some(tm)
me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"

A , let me ask you a question
If you the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta man..
Go find to do