Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin',
Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this fucka
boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a fucka out

Niggaz gon' be what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the time make a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in this maze
Hate us playaz, got this ryhme in a rage

Kill wit a pill, broke game Nintendo
Three an' fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee
Me an' 40 in the big body Mercedes

Four hundred, five V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles that Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major on the strength
Man, we back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps, uh

Met this that was in Houston, said she was from Houston though
Said her just was stackin' major paper roll
First at it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that ass
from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm like Sammy Davis
Born an' in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us
I am the that they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, they can't the Yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the
In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout goin' down

An' these niggaz feelin' me, soakin' up the love I
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to
But sometimes that shit matta
Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,

All over shit tricks motionless
Drinkin' blood like I been fire like kiss
The nigga sick as this behind me
Is the gangsta, S P I C E
(Yeah, me, yo)

Five albums in the game, 500 in my name
Five in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil' paper, I'm on the MTV
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the

I ain't a mutha fuckin' Italian but my run like the Mafia
8ball, 4-Tay, Banks an' 40
An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle
Met a couple of incidents some niggaz tried to kill me

a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to give no
But when they runnin' up on this Don
They pieces of hell, hot slugs from a nigga
That's out on bail

time comin', baby, somewhere off in the hills
Me an' 40 choppin' it up, keep or kill
On the real about this lifestyle
Intoxicated an' heavily sedated

Bank's the beat, I grab the mic an' bust
Turn into a monster, eatin' MC's up
Smokin' trees up, pinnin' knees up
Feds wouldn't up, had to put the keys up

Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the
somebody's on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour, on them drugs
In a room 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was

They shot my mama's up, back in 1992
I keep goin' back an' possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? What? When? an' how?
If I knew back then, I know now?

The rap game ain't never be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is
And there be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only we been layin' it down since Trout season

Now, all of a sudden I good as Toni Braxton
In a white house wit of traction
Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a look
You can me in the Florida designs book

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome all day
Parked up on
Nigga, this ain't none of only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I they region, recognize game
Game game

360 of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the
360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit bomb on the brain

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