Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

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

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

Kill wit a pill, broke like Nintendo
Three hours an' fourty-four straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee
Me an' 40 Water in the big Mercedes

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

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

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

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

An' these feelin' me, soakin' up the love I give
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to
But sometimes that shit matta
Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta

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

Five albums in the game, 500 in my name
Five niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the
To the lil' paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' slugs fo niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

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

Just a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo'
When steady bustin' at me is to no name
But when they up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' of hell, hot slugs from a nigga
fresh out on bail

Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the
Me an' 40 Waters it up, keep or kill
On the real about underground lifestyle
Intoxicated an' always sedated

rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' bust
Turn into a monster, weak MC's up
Smokin' trees up, pinnin' knees up
Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the up

Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the
somebody's on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour, on them drugs
In a full 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was

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

The rap game ain't never be decreasin'
The only the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been layin' it since Trout season

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

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

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

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