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
boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha out

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

Kill wit a pill, game like Nintendo
Three hours an' minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', baby
Me an' 40 Water in the big body

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

Met this bitch that was in Houston, she was from Houston though
Said her just was stackin' 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' Sammy Davis
Born an' in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us
I am the that they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay,

off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they 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 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
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

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

Five in the game, 500 Benzo 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' fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

I ain't a mutha fuckin' 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 niggaz tried to kill me

Just a of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' fame
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 out on bail

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

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

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

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

The rap game ain't gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations 40, 8ball, MJG
drip we been layin' it down since Trout season

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

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

360 degrees of game, talkin' game, talkin' 'bout game
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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