Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm away for a while
mufucka's wanna see me
wanna see me in tha feds
bitches wanna give me
dollas in my account
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 up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti 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, it a California vacation
I call it a with a smile =)
God Bless the with incredible style, nigga sicka than the West Nile
Who's king of the West
I'm puttin' my vest down, ain't gonna kill shit
Shut the fuck up,nigga, you gon' kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, kill rappers
And I be with real crips, real bloods, clappers
fuck rappin', niggas'll push ya grill backwards
fasta than Iraqi's Bush attacked'em
My semi-automatic
Touch'n pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
nigga get a lawyer when The Game for ya
My jab zab on a chin of Da Lahoya
I'm tha golden boy, and I'm makin' Hova
got tha whole world clappin just like them Noya
Since a juvenile, i had to prove my
Went Kay Slay to DJ Clue then blaw(
20 covers,nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16? I a hot hundred thou
'causez half of these rap niggas just be runnin' mouth
The other half in the ATL runnin' the
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 betta lines, betta rhymes
time niggas hate 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 these rap 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 shoot it out like Pearl
That was '95, when 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 call him Big
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga, we shit
And you livin' in my shadow Marcus Vick
And I heard about ya little rappers talkin'
out my family business or you get a coffin quick
I changed, same Nigga that got off them bricks
Got to Dr. Dre because his bars are sick
head on tha road 'cause his cars are sick
And he so good I had to pause the shit
I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I get this shit firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She said you pay me, so I left her in A.Z.
That's what i get for lettin' her listen to my
a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the Grammys, but i still drive Maybachs
Nigga, I'm a gangsta, and homie play dat
Stand way back, and get ass clapped ASAP
Nigga, the payback
You want beef, say
have a hundred Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole wet, makin' up Crip sets, nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran outta by my set
Banned from Watts, can't walk through his projects
so lame, talkin' he gang bang
Won't bust a shot, and tha know where i hang
I'm Big Daddy 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 tongue, so that bastard's done
Be easy, I might you a pass this once
I'm To Die, but I don't wanna basterd son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch I put my and the package for Suge
one meeting I was right back in the hood
Red bandana sellin' crack in the hood
Now it's for good
Any mention Dre get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How taste? Blow ya shit out fa real
Call or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook like a steak on the grill
Got tha clips on hold, but I pharrel
Nigga I'm for real , my flow ill like smoke in ya
I spit sharp, a razor blade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm one, motha fucka
Bar none, who else knowledge outside'a Hoa''n the God Son
'N we can bar for bar, cocksucker, some
me take flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just one
I beat on these lil' like Doctor Dre's drums
Look at mufucka's tryin'a prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane gon' 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, 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.