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, fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a fucka out

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

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

Four hundred, hundred V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles wake Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major 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
Said her just was stackin' major paper roll
First at times it seems, credit cards, we kiss that ass
from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

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

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

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

All over leavin' tricks motionless
Drinkin' like I been spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga sick as this 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 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 run like the Mafia
8ball, 4-Tay, an' 40 Water
An' me Bossalini, Chico, Chanelle shit
Met a couple of incidents where some tried to kill 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 this Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot from a nigga
That's out on bail

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

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

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

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

The rap game never gon' be decreasin'
The thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been it down since Trout season

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

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

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

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