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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An' these niggaz feelin' me, soakin' up the love I
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 been spittin' like kiss
The only 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 paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' slugs fo niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

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

Just a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo'
steady bustin' at me is to give no name
But when they runnin' up on this Don
catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a nigga
That's out on bail

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

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

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

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

The rap game ain't never gon' be
The only thing the rap game gon' keep on 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 sudden I look good as Toni
In a house wit toys of traction
Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a look
You can me in the Florida designs book

The of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day
Parked up on
Nigga, this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit
An 'em is 'cuz I they region, recognize game
recognize game

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

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