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
boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha ain't understandin' the signs of this
I a mutha fucka out

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

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

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

Met this bitch 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 from to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm like Sammy Davis
Born an' in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper 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 they saved ya
From the of the stream to the top of the mountain
In the 'O' clownin', talkin' 'bout what's goin' down

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

All over shit leavin' motionless
Drinkin' blood I been spittin' fire like kiss
The nigga sick 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 niggaz in a bucket, five to the brain
To the lil' paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm slugs fo shistey 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, Chanelle
Met a of incidents where some niggaz tried to kill me

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

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

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

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

They my mama's house up, back in 1992
I keep goin' back an' play like I don't know who
If I knew What? When? Where an' how?
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 doin' is
And there be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we layin' it down since Trout season

Now, all of a sudden I good as Toni Braxton
In a white wit toys of traction
Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second
You can find me in the Florida 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 recognize

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

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