Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some niggaz
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 what's down

An' these niggaz me, soakin' up the love I give
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to
But sometimes that don't matta
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

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

Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my
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 give me the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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