Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin',
Hey, turn my mic up, a bitch, I got my dudes up in this 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 mutha out

Niggaz be feelin' what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in ghetto maze
Hate us playaz, got 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 V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles that Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' 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 Houston though
Said her just was stackin' major paper roll
First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss ass
Went from to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy
Born an' raised in the Bay, hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper that they call
360 degrees, they fade the Yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so saved ya nigga
From the bottom of the 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
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

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

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

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

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

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

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

Findin' prayin' fo the weak
Hopin' somebody's on they prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour, on them 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' possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? What? When? an' how?
If I knew then, would I know now?

The rap game ain't gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is
And there will be no over night sensations 40, 8ball, MJG
Only we been layin' it down since Trout season

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

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

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

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