Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm away for a while
mufucka's wanna see me
wanna see me in tha feds
bitches give me head
in my bank account
Soundscan the week out
mufucka's on my
mufucka's shit
hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you respect it
all i need is Beyonce,AND A necklace
Nigga, you can up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim, blood
niggas 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the CPT
Did it for New
Did it for
ran through hip hop and these nigga's lie down
I'm goin' for a while, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a =)
God Bless the child with incredible style, nigga than the West Nile
Who's king of the West
I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas gonna kill shit
Shut the fuck up,nigga, you ain't kill shit
Rappers don't rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be real crips, real bloods, real clappers
fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya backwards
fasta than Iraqi's Bush attacked'em
My semi-automatic
Touch'n pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is harrassment
nigga get a when The Game comin' for ya
My jab like zab on a chin of Da
I'm tha golden boy, and I'm makin' noise
got tha whole world clappin just like Noya Boys
a juvenile, i had to prove my style
Went from Kay to DJ Clue then blaw(
20 covers,nigga look at me now
You a hot 16? I need a hot hundred thou
'causez half of rap niggas just be runnin' they mouth
The other half in the ATL runnin' the
10 mil in the bank, 7 bedroom house, i'm rich, so on my birthday, I'm out
Nigga, i'm so time, and i spit betta lines, betta rhymes
Every time niggas hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Federline
"fuck it I'm rich, for nothin', the media, get off'a my dick
You with me? my next album gon' sell Britney
I beat on these rap niggas Bobby do Whitney
No drama, no more beef wit 50
And if ya just in, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360
back where I started, in Compton, takin' out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Harbor
That was '95, Cube was in his prime
You bought ya Injection, and I bought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brotha bought it for me, used to call him Big Fa$e
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga, we shit
And you in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard ya little rappers talkin' shit
Stay out my family or you get a coffin quick
I changed, same Nigga that got off them bricks
Got to Dr. Dre because his bars are sick
Gettin' head on tha road 'cause his cars are
And he so good I had to pause the shit
I her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get this shit firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She fuck you pay me, so I left her in A.Z.
That's what i get for lettin' her to my Jay-Z
a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the Grammys, but i don't drive Maybachs
Nigga, I'm a gangsta, and homie don't dat
Stand way back, and get your ass ASAP
Nigga, the payback
You want beef, say
have a hundred Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole click wet, makin' up Crip sets, nigga got ran outta New by Dipset
Then he got ran Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his
Nigga so lame, talkin' he gang
Won't bust a shot, and tha know where i hang
I'm Big Kane in the platinum chain, the fact remains,The Game dont' rap for fame
Game rap for fun, blast his gun, 'n Game got a rappin' tongue, so that bastard's done
Be easy, I give you a pass this once
I'm To Die, but I don't wanna basterd son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch I put my demo and the package for
After one meeting I was right back in the
Red bandana hangin' sellin' crack in the
Now it's for good
Any nigga mention Dre get a Desert shoved in his face
How that taste? Blow ya shit out fa
Call Nelly or Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef a steak on the grill
Got tha clips on hold, but I ain't
Nigga I'm for real , my flow ill smoke in ya lungs
I spit sharp, like a razor blade under my
Nigga, I'm number one, fucka
Bar none, who else kick knowledge outside'a the God Son
'N we can bar for bar, cocksucker, drop
Watch me take like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on these lil' like Doctor Dre's drums
Look at these mufucka's prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane gon' they sells
Never that, muthafucka, I'm a cat
West and slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on ice
"Hey, Skee, let me ask you a question-If you take the 120 bars, put it the 240 bars, then add a 360 bars, with one Kevin Federline, what do you get? (a million) "Let's get tha fuck outta here, man, let's go find somethin' to do.