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?
E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I a mutha fucka out

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so saved ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the
In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout 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 sometimes that shit don't
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

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

Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my
niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain
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 fuckin' Italian but my crew run like the
8ball, 4-Tay, an' 40 Water
An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, shit
Met a couple of incidents where some niggaz to kill me

Just a part of the game, jealous out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to no name
But when they runnin' up on muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs a nigga
fresh out on bail

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

rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' bust
Turn a monster, eatin' weak MC's up
Smokin' trees up, pinnin' knees up
Feds ease up, had to put the keys up

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

shot my mama's house up, back in 1992
I goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? 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 gon' on doin' is increasin'
And there be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been it down since Trout season

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

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

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

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