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
There's one thing I wanna say
Copy, copy, copy, copy,

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

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

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

Here comes the Puba and you know I fake it
Usually bust records on gettin' naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a skins he
Pump the tape, grab dick, get with the Puba frenzy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, a riot
Do a show and get the dough and I'm off to the Hyatt
So tie me on the spliff, ain't no or if
And if you really wanna riff you just 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' three bigga, bigga
To Pos K, that's my

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

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

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

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

See all I'm sayin', is due
Those who tried to follow, sorry I you
Puba, Stud Doogie and Alamo
So if you ever the flavor 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, y'all 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
to get gone
Word is