Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Bars

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

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you respect it
All I need is Beyonce, and a necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Thug
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 these nigga's lie down
I'm going for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley a smile
GOD bless the child, wit style
Nigga sicker than Nile, who king of the West now
I'm my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns 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, like Zab on the of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm Hova noise
Got the world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys
a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, look at me now
You a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom
I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better
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 more drama, no more wit 50
And if you tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, 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, nigga we ain't
And you living in my shadow like Marcus
And I about yo little rappers talking shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his 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, slow baby
Got to get shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She 'fuck 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, I'll 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
this the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip
Nigga got ran outta New by Dipset
Then he got ran out of by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even through his projects
so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't a shot, and the nigga 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 game rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this
I'm to die, but I don't want a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the
On the same couch, I put my demo in a 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 Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How that
Blow yo out fa'real,
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, a steak on a grill
Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya
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)
Watch me Take Flight like Tom in Top Gun
You win some, but you just lost one
I beat on lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these motherfukka's trying to 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 , let me ask you a question
If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. get the fuck outta here man..
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