Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a
wanna see me dead
mufucka's wanna see me in tha
bitches wanna me head
in my bank account
Soundscan the week out
on my dick
mufucka's talkin'
hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you respect it
all i is Beyonce,AND A Rockafella necklace
Nigga, you can check up on it I'm a slim thug fitted with the red and black rim, blood
gave 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the CPT
Did it for New
Did it for
ran hip hop and made these nigga's lie down
I'm goin' away for a while, call it a vacation
I call it a Bentley a smile =)
God Bless the child with incredible style, nigga sicka than the Nile
Who's king of the West
I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas ain't kill shit
Shut the fuck up,nigga, you ain't kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, kill rappers
And I be with crips, real bloods, real clappers
fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya backwards
fasta than when Bush attacked'em
My semi-automatic
Touch'n pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
nigga get a when The Game comin' for ya
My jab like zab on a of Da Lahoya
I'm tha golden boy, and I'm makin' noise
got tha whole world clappin just like them Boys
a juvenile, i had to prove my style
Went from Kay Slay to DJ Clue blaw(
20 magizine covers,nigga at me now
You need a hot 16? I a hot hundred thou
'causez of these rap niggas just be runnin' they mouth
The half in the ATL runnin' the South
10 mil in the bank, 7 bedroom house, i'm rich, so on my birthday, I'm out
Nigga, i'm so ahead'a time, and i spit betta lines, betta
Every time niggas hate on me so much, I like I'm Kevin Federline
"fuck it I'm rich, for nothin', tell the media, get off'a my
You with me? my next album gon' sell like
I beat on these rap niggas Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more wit 50
And if ya tunin' 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 shoot it out like Pearl
was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You bought ya Injection, and I bought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brotha bought it for me, they used to him Big Fa$e
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga, we shit
And you in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about ya little rappers shit
Stay out my family business or you get a coffin
I ain't changed, same that got off them bricks
Got to Dr. Dre because his bars are sick
Gettin' head on tha 'cause his cars are sick
And he so good I had to pause the shit
I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get shit firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She said you pay me, so I left her in A.Z.
what i get for lettin' her listen to my Jay-Z
fuck a bitch, give me a 40, 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 clapped
Nigga, this the
You want beef, say
I'll have a Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole click wet, makin' up Crip sets, nigga got ran outta New York by
Then he got ran Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, he gang bang
Won't bust a shot, and tha nigga know i hang
I'm Big Kane in the platinum chain, the fact remains,The Game dont' rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun, 'n Game got a rappin' tongue, so bastard's done
Be easy, I might give you a pass once
I'm Ready To Die, but I don't basterd son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the
On the same couch I put my and the package for Suge
After one I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hangin' sellin' in the hood
Now it's Aftermath for
Any mention Dre get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How that taste? Blow ya out fa real
Call Nelly or Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef like a steak on the
Got tha clips on hold, but I ain't
Nigga I'm for real , my flow ill like smoke in ya
I spit sharp, like a razor under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motha
Bar none, who else kick 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 beat on these lil' niggas Doctor Dre's drums
Look at these mufucka's prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane boost they sells
that, muthafucka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye West and slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on ice
"Hey, Skee, let me ask you a 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 fuck outta here, man, let's go find somethin' to do.