Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Bars

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

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you better it
All I is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim
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 nigga's lie down
I'm away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a
GOD the child, wit incredible style
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 fuck up, nigga you going to kill shit
don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, clappers
Fuck rappin, these will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when attacking
My flow semi-automatic,
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' for ya
My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova
Got the whole world clapping, just the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to my style
Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga at me now
You a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL 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 everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like do Whitney
No more drama, no more wit 50
And if you just in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
Right where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Harbor
was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother brought it for me, use to call him Big Face
But now, we brothers, nigga we ain't shit
And you living in my like Marcus Vick
And I about yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin
I ain't change, same nigga that got off them
Got to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick
Getting head on the road, his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause 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
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 don't 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 beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip
got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran out of by my set
from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the know where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The fact remains, the don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, blast 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 don't want a son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch, I put my demo in a for Sug
After one meeting, I was back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, selling in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How taste?
yo shit out fa'real,
Call Nelly or Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I beef, like a steak on a grill
Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like in ya lungs
I sharp like a razorblade 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)
me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on these lil like Dr. Dre drums
at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to they sales
that, motherfukka, I'm a clever 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, what you
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the outta here man..
Go find to do