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 cuss a fucka out

Niggaz be feelin' what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the 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 Nintendo
Three hours an' minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee
Me an' 40 Water in the big body

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

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

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Davis
an' raised in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper that they 4-Tay
360 degrees, they can't the Yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they 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, up the love I give
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to
But sometimes that shit don't
Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,

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

Five in the game, 500 Benzo in my name
Five niggaz in a bucket, zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil' paper, I'm on the MTV
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 where some niggaz tried to kill me

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

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

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

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

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

The rap game ain't never gon' be
The only the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there 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 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 book

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome all day
Parked up on
Nigga, this none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want region, recognize game
Game game

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

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