Luyện nghe bài hát 360

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

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you better it
All I is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim
nigga's 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 nigga's lie
I'm going away for awhile, call it a vacation
I call it a Bentley a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible
Nigga than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to shit
Shut the up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real
rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya
My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making noise
Got the whole world clapping, like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I 100 thou
Cause half of rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The half, in the ATL runnin' the south
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
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I like I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like do Whitney
No drama, no more beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when was in his prime
You brought yo Injection, and I brought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother brought it for me, they use to him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we shit
And you living in my like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his is sick
Getting head on the road, cause his cars is
And he whop so good, I had to pause shit
I told 'em bomp, down baby
Got to get shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's what I get for letting her to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, take that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive
I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass ASAP
this the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up sets
got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran out of by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the chain
The remains, the game don't rap for fame
rap for fun, Game blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that done
Be easy, I give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't 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 right in the hood
Red bandana hanging, crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert shoved in his fucking face
How taste?
Blow yo out fa'real, Nigga im for real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em you a grill
I cook beef, like a steak on a
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 my tongue
Nigga, I'm one, motherfukka bar none
Who else knowlegde outside of Hova 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 these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre
Look at these motherfukka's to prove theyselves
Thinking wit hurricane going to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh 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 take the 120 bars, put it with the 240
add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the outta here man..
Go something to do