Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

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

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

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

Four hundred, five hundred black Coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley out the roof
Choppin' major game on the
Man, we goes back juss like splinters an' 'em temps, uh

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

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like 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

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

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

All over shit leavin' motionless
Drinkin' blood like I spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga sick as this 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, zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil' paper, I'm on the MTV
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, ta give me the blues

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

Just a part of the game, jealous out fo' fame
When bustin' at me is to give no name
But when they up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' of hell, hot slugs from a nigga
That's fresh out on

Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the
Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, or kill
On the real about this lifestyle
an' always 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
wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up

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

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

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

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

The hall of game, is a 420 wit rims 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 they region, recognize
recognize game

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

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