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, mutha fuckaz understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a fucka out

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit crazy niggaz
drunk, gettin' high, so they saved 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 don't
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

All shit leavin' 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)

albums in the game, 500 Benzo 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' fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

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

a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' fame
When bustin' at me is to give no name
But when they up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs a nigga
fresh out on bail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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