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

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

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

hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley 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 though
Said her profession just was major paper roll
First at it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that ass
Went from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin'

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy
Born an' raised in the Bay, them hataz fade us
I am the that they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, they fade the Yay, fool

off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so saved ya nigga
the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain
In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what's down

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

All over shit tricks motionless
Drinkin' blood like I been 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, zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm slugs 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, an' 40 Water
An' me Bossalini, Chico, Chanelle shit
Met a couple of incidents some niggaz tried to kill me

Just a part of the game, niggaz out fo' fame
steady bustin' at me is to give no name
But when runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don
They pieces of hell, hot slugs from a nigga
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 this lifestyle
Intoxicated an' always sedated

Bank's rocks the beat, I grab the mic an'
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 fo the weak
Hopin' on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour, somewhere on them
In a room 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was

They shot my mama's up, back in 1992
I goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? What? When? an' how?
If I knew back then, would I 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 them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been layin' it down Trout season

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

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome all day
up on [Incomprehehsible]
Nigga, this ain't of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want they region, recognize
recognize game

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

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