Luyện nghe bài hát 360

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the
(A Million) wanna give me head
(A Million) in my bank account
(A Million) Soundscan the first out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my
(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 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 for awhile, call it a California vacation
I it a Bentley with a smile
GOD the child, wit incredible style
Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the now
I'm putting my down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, clappers
Fuck rappin, these will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The coming for ya
My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making noise
Got the whole clapping, just like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to my style
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be they mouth
The half, in the ATL runnin' the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom
I'm rich, so on my birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I better lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more wit 50
And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, to the 360)
back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Harbor
That was '95, when was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't
And you living in my shadow like Vick
And I about yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a quick
I ain't change, same that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is
Getting head on the road, cause his cars is
And he whop so good, I had to this shit
I told 'em bomp, slow down
Got to get this shit like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped
Nigga the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo clique wet, making up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New York by
he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he
bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The fact remains, the game don't rap for
Game rap for fun, Game his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so bastards done
Be easy, I give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch, I put my in a package for Sug
one meeting, I was right back 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 clipse on hold, but I Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my ill, like smoke in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar
Who kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on these lil nigga's Dr. Dre drums
Look at motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"

A skee , let me ask you a
If you take the 120 bars, put it 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