Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin',
Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my up in this mutha fucka
boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a fucka out

Niggaz gon' be what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a
Vibrate love an' in this ghetto maze
us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a rage

Kill wit a pill, broke game like
Three hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to
Bumpin' the rappin', baby
Me an' 40 in the big body Mercedes

hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley out the roof
Choppin' major on the strength
Man, we goes back juss like them an' 'em temps, uh

Met this that was in Houston, said she was from Houston though
Said her profession just was stackin' major roll
First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss ass
Went from to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy
Born an' raised in the Bay, them can't fade us
I am the rapper they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, can't fade the Yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the
In the 'O' straight clownin', 'bout what's goin' down

An' these niggaz feelin' me, up the love I give
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' got one life to live
But sometimes shit don't matta
can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta

All over shit leavin' tricks
Drinkin' like I been spittin' fire like kiss
The nigga sick as this behind me
Is the gangsta, S P I C E
(Yeah, me, yo)

Five in the game, 500 Benzo in my name
Five niggaz in a bucket, five to the brain
To the lil' paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

I ain't a mutha fuckin' Italian but my crew run like the
8ball, 4-Tay, an' 40 Water
An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, shit
Met a couple of incidents where some niggaz to kill me

Just a part of the game, niggaz out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to give no
But when they up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs a nigga
That's out on bail

Long comin', baby, somewhere off in the hills
Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, or kill
On the real about this lifestyle
an' always heavily sedated

Bank's rocks the beat, I grab the mic an'
into a monster, eatin' weak MC's up
Smokin' trees up, hoes knees up
wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up

Findin' Jesus fo the weak
Hopin' on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour, somewhere on them
In a room full 'o thugs, 40' 'em how it was

They my mama's house up, back in 1992
I goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who
If I knew What? When? Where an' how?
If I back then, would I know now?

The rap game ain't gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we layin' it down since Trout season

Now, all of a sudden I good as Toni Braxton
In a white house wit of traction
Up-percussion, ya may take a second look
You can find me in the Florida book

The hall of game, is a 420 wit rims all day
up on [Incomprehehsible]
Nigga, this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit
An 'em is 'cuz I want they region, recognize
Game recognize

360 of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella on the brain
360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout
360 of game wit hella bomb on the brain

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