Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Bars

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

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you better it
All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella
you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and brim blood
Gave 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 these nigga's lie
I'm away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I it a Bentley with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit style
Nigga than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't to kill shit
the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill
And I be wit real crips, bloods, real clappers
rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster Iraqis when Bush attacking
My flow semi-automatic,
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when Game' coming 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 Magazine covers, look at me now
You a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be they mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the
10 Mill in the bank, 7 house
I'm rich, so on my birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so of time, and I spit better lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's Bobby do Whitney
No drama, no more 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 was in his prime
You brought yo Injection, and I brought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, we ain't shit
And you living in my shadow like Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off them
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is
Getting head on the road, his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to this shit
I told 'em bomp, slow down
Got to get this shit like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She 'fuck you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey play dat
way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP
Nigga the payback, you want beef.. say that
have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New York by
he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the know where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the chain
The fact remains, the don't rap for fame
rap for fun, Game blast his gun
the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a this once
I'm ready to die, but I want a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the
On the same couch, I put my demo in a for Sug
After one meeting, I was right back in the
Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How taste?
Blow yo out fa'real,
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, a steak on a grill
Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs
I sharp like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar
Who else kick knowlegde outside of and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on these lil like Dr. Dre drums
at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"

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