Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin',
Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha
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 what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some an' at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in ghetto maze
Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a

Kill wit a pill, broke game like
Three an' fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee
Me an' 40 in the big body 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 them splinters an' 'em temps, uh

Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from though
Said her profession just was major paper roll
at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that ass
Went from 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 fade the Yay, fool

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', '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 to live
But sometimes shit don't matta
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

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

Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my
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 give me the

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

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

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

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

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

They 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? Where an' how?
If I knew back then, would I now?

The rap game ain't gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' on doin' is increasin'
And will 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 take a second look
You can find me in the 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 a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want region, recognize game
recognize game

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

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