Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
just one thing I wanna say
The reel, to reel, to reel, to reel, yo
There's just one I wanna say
Copy, copy, copy, copy,

There's just one I wanna say
We gonna hit it down like this, y'all know the
There's just one I wanna say
Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?

What goes comes back around again
Doogie, is you wit me?
What goes around comes around again
S.O.S., is you wit me?

What goes around comes around again
Yo this how we gon' it down, yo you know the flavor
What goes around comes back again
You know what time is it, check it yo, this how we

Here the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on butt naked
for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba

C'mon honey sing, you, try to eject
Slow down's what you say, once my joint gets
Some try to but they just can't sketch it
Some try to but they just can't catch it

With the boom, boom tap, yeah dat
Huh, I'm livin' fat, me fall off, be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 we ain't got time to sip it

Puba got body
Kick some of them, some of those and some
As as they come, suckers sing or hum
Don't try to to this, you know your shit is slum

First up well here's the pitch, it's a curve
Second up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I for a blouse
styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles

Skins I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin' G's, no more time for the line of cheese
Here's the four one one hon, the one who gets the job
I know you the flavor of the Puba

What goes around back around again
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Na-nah, nah, nah nah, this how we it yo)
What goes around back around again
(Yaknahmsayin'? Big Jeff in the house, we gon' it like this)

What goes around back around again
(Ha hah, Baby Pop, Pop in the house)
(Bust how we it down)
What goes comes back around again
(Y'all you the flavor)
(Sincere Allah, check, check, check, check)

Okay, okay, okay, what more could I
Alamo get the and parlay, parlay
I'm far the average, civilize the savage
When I'm low on protein I'm with the bean soup and

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, 'cause a
Do a show and get the and then I'm off to the Hyatt
So tie me on the spliff, no and's or if
And if you really wanna you just might end up playin' stiff

Girbauds hangin' baggy, on the top
Knapsack on the back, just my flavor Hobbes
As my man gives a zigga, zigga, watchin' grow bigga, bigga
To Pos K, that's my

goes the wreck, whaddayou expect?
If you wanna see wreck, send cash, not a check
Grand Puba, than a public figure
Quick to the bone up the butt of a golddigger

Now Tic-Tac-Toe means I hit in a row
If I do a show then you have my dough
Low, low, well, how low can you go?
on Grand Puba if you really need a pro

'Cause my shit's rugged than G.I. Joe
front honey, act like you know
Now big up to my mob
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Big up to my mob
(Uptown, Uptown)

Now brothers diss me 'cause it's my turn to burn
My best advice for the brothers is to sit and learn
I don't nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor to the people party

See all I'm sayin', is due
Those who to follow, sorry I left you
Grand Puba, Stud and Alamo
So if you ever want the flavor you where to go
Now how we go, yeah, ha ha ha

The reel to reel, yeah yeah yeah, this is how we it
You know the flavor, y'all the flavor, you know the flavor
we go yo, and you don't stop
(Big up to all the people)
Big up, big up
Big Jeff tight, ha hah, ha hah
On and on
to get gone
Word is