Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First batter up well the pitch, it's a curve
batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for a
Kick by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles

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

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

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

Okay, okay, okay, what more I say?
get the boom and parlay, parlay
I'm far from the average, the savage
When I'm low on protein I'm with the bean and cabbage

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

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

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

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

'Cause my shit's more than G.I. Joe
Don't honey, act like you know
Now big up to my mob
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Big up to my mob
(Uptown, Uptown)

Now wanna diss me 'cause it's my turn to burn
My best for the brothers is to sit back and learn
I diss nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor to make the people

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

The reel to reel, yeah yeah yeah, is how we move it
You know the flavor, know the flavor, you know the flavor
Here we go yo, and you stop
(Big up to all the people)
Big up, big up
Big Jeff tight, ha hah, ha hah
On and on
Time to get
is bond