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 mutha
That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya me?
It's E-feeze, fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha out

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

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

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

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

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

off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they ya nigga
the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain
In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' what's 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 that shit don't matta
can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta

All shit leavin' tricks motionless
Drinkin' blood like I spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga sick as this 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 greedy paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta 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, shit
Met a couple of incidents some niggaz tried to kill me

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

Long time comin', baby, off in the hills
Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, or kill
On the real this underground lifestyle
an' always heavily sedated

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

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

shot my mama's house up, back in 1992
I keep goin' back an' play possum like I know who
If I knew who? What? Where an' how?
If I knew then, would I know now?

The rap game ain't gon' be decreasin'
The thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been layin' it 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 a second look
You can find me in the designs book

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome all day
up on [Incomprehehsible]
Nigga, this none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want region, recognize game
recognize game

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

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