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 fuckaz understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha out

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit crazy 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 what's down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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