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 understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha out

gon' be feelin' what 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 ryhme stayin' in a rage

Kill wit a pill, game like Nintendo
Three hours an' minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', baby
Me an' 40 in the big body Mercedes

Four hundred, five hundred V-12 Coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the
Choppin' major game on the
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 stackin' major roll
First at it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that ass
Went from to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm glistin' Sammy Davis
Born an' raised in the Bay, hataz can't fade us
I am the that they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, they fade the Yay, fool

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

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

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

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

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

Just a of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to no name
But when they up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a
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 underground
Intoxicated an' always sedated

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

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

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

The rap ain't never gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been layin' it down Trout season

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

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

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

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