Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

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

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

Kill wit a pill, broke game like
hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', baby
Me an' 40 in the big body Mercedes

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

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

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

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit crazy niggaz
Gettin' drunk, high, so they saved ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the
In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what's 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
can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta

All over shit tricks motionless
Drinkin' like I been spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga 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 niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the
To the lil' paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, ta give me the blues

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

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

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

rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' bust
Turn a monster, eatin' weak MC's up
trees up, pinnin' hoes knees up
Feds ease up, had to put the keys up

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

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

The rap game never gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been layin' it down since season

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

The of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day
up on [Incomprehehsible]
Nigga, this ain't none of that reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want they region, recognize
Game recognize

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

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