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
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 mutha out

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

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

hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the
Choppin' major game on the
Man, we goes back juss them splinters an' 'em temps, uh

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

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

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

An' niggaz feelin' me, soakin' up the love I give
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to
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 nigga 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 lil' paper, I'm on the MTV
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the

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 of incidents where some niggaz tried to kill me

Just a part of the game, jealous out fo' fame
When steady at me is to give no name
But when runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' 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 underground lifestyle
Intoxicated an' heavily sedated

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

Jesus prayin' fo the weak
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 mama's house up, in 1992
I keep goin' back an' possum like I don't know who
If I knew What? When? Where an' how?
If I back then, would I know now?

The rap game ain't never gon' be
The only thing the rap gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no night sensations them 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 wit toys of traction
Up-percussion, ya may take a second look
You can find me in the Florida book

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

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

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