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

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

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

Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black
of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major game on the
Man, we goes back juss like splinters an' 'em temps, uh

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

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

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

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

All over shit leavin' tricks
Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' like kiss
The only sick 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 Italian but my crew run like the Mafia
8ball, 4-Tay, an' 40 Water
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 steady at me is to give no name
But when runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot from a nigga
fresh out on bail

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

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

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

They shot my mama's house up, in 1992
I keep goin' back an' play possum like I know who
If I knew What? When? Where an' how?
If I back then, would I know now?

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

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 me in the Florida designs book

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

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

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