Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

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

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

Kill wit a pill, broke 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, hundred V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles wake Barkley comin' out the roof
major game on the strength
Man, we goes back juss like them an' 'em temps, uh

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

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 fade the Yay,

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy
Gettin' drunk, high, so they saved ya nigga
From the 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 leavin' motionless
Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' like kiss
The only nigga sick as behind me
Is the gangsta, S P I C E
(Yeah, me, yo)

albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name
Five in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' slugs fo niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

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

Just a part of the game, jealous out fo' fame
steady 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
That's fresh out on

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

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

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

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

The rap game never 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 layin' it down since Trout season

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

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

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

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