Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Hey, Skee, 'em I'm goin' away for a while
mufucka's wanna see me
wanna see me in tha feds
bitches wanna me head
dollas in my bank
Soundscan the week out
on my dick
mufucka's shit
hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you better it
all i need is Beyonce,AND A necklace
Nigga, you can check up on it I'm a slim thug 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 made these lie down
I'm goin' away for a while, it a California vacation
I it a Bentley with a smile =)
God Bless the child with incredible style, nigga than the West Nile
Who's king of the now?
I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas ain't gonna kill
Shut the fuck up,nigga, you gon' kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill
And I be real crips, real bloods, real clappers
fuck rappin', niggas'll push ya grill backwards
than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em
My flow
Touch'n pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
get a lawyer when The Game comin' for ya
My jab zab on a chin of Da Lahoya
I'm tha boy, and I'm makin' Hova noise
got tha world clappin just like them Noya Boys
Since a juvenile, i had to prove my
Went Kay Slay to DJ Clue then blaw(
20 covers,nigga look at me now
You a hot 16? I need a hot hundred thou
'causez of these rap niggas just be runnin' they mouth
The other half in the ATL the South
10 mil in the bank, 7 house, i'm rich, so on my 30th birthday, I'm out
Nigga, i'm so ahead'a time, and i spit lines, betta rhymes
Every time niggas on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
"fuck it I'm rich, for nothin', tell the media, get off'a my
You with me? my album gon' sell like Britney
I beat on rap niggas like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more wit 50
And if ya just in, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360
Right back where I started, in Compton, out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his
You bought ya Injection, and I bought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brotha bought it for me, they used to him Big Fa$e
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga, we ain't
And you livin' in my like Marcus Vick
And I heard about ya rappers talkin' shit
out my family business or you get a coffin quick
I changed, same Nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr. Dre his bars are sick
Gettin' head on tha road 'cause his are sick
And he rymed so good I had to pause the
I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get shit firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She fuck you pay me, so I left her in A.Z.
That's i get for lettin' her listen to my Jay-Z
fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll that
Dress up for the Grammys, but i still drive Maybachs
Nigga, I'm a gangsta, and don't play dat
Stand way back, and get your ass clapped
Nigga, this the
You want beef, say
I'll a hundred Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole click wet, makin' up Crip sets, got ran outta New York by Dipset
he got ran outta Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't walk through his projects
so lame, talkin' he gang bang
Won't a shot, and tha nigga know where i hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane in the platinum chain, the remains,The Game dont' rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun, 'n Game got a rappin' tongue, so that done
Be easy, I might you a pass this once
I'm Ready To Die, but I don't basterd son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch I put my demo and the for Suge
one meeting I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hangin' sellin' in the hood
Now it's Aftermath for
Any nigga mention Dre get a Desert shoved in his face
How that taste? ya shit out fa real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em you a grill
I beef like a steak on the grill
Got tha clips on hold, but I ain't
Nigga I'm for real , my ill like smoke in ya lungs
I spit sharp, like a razor under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motha
Bar none, who kick knowledge outside'a Hoa''n the God Son
'N we can bar for bar, cocksucker, some
Watch me take flight like Tom in Top Gun
You win some, but you just lost one
I on these lil' niggas like Doctor Dre's drums
at these mufucka's tryin'a prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane boost 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 with the 240 bars, then add a 360 bars, with one Kevin Federline, what do you get? (a million) "Let's get tha outta here, man, let's go find somethin' to do.