Luyện nghe bài hát 360

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's see me dead
(A Million) wanna see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches give me head
(A Million) in my bank account
(A Million) Soundscan the week out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you better it
All I is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and brim blood
nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the C.P.T.
Did it for New York, did it for
Ran through hip-hop, and made nigga's lie down
I'm going away for awhile, it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley a smile
GOD the child, wit incredible style
Nigga than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to shit
Shut the up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, bloods, real clappers
Fuck rappin, these nigga's push ya grill backwards
Faster than when Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' for ya
My jab, like Zab on the of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm Hova noise
Got the whole world clapping, just like the Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to my style
Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 covers, nigga look at me now
You a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom
I'm rich, so on my birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album to sell like Britney
I beat on rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, to the 360)
Right where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his
You yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big
But now, we ain't brothers, we ain't shit
And you living in my shadow like Marcus
And I heard about yo rappers talking shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his is sick
Getting head on the road, his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause this
I told 'em bomp, down baby
Got to get this shit firm Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, me a 40, I'll take that
up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped
Nigga this the payback, you beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies you lay at
Get yo whole wet, making up crip sets
got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran out of by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his
so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game his gun
the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this
I'm ready to die, but I don't a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the
On the same couch, I put my in a package for Sug
one meeting, I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle in his fucking face
How taste?
yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em you a grill
I cook beef, a steak on a grill
Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like in ya lungs
I Spit like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar
Who kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight like Tom in The Top Gun
You win some, but you just lost one
I on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove
Thinking beefing wit going to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"

A , let me ask you a question
If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240
add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. get the fuck outta here man..
Go find to do