Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Degrees

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a
mufucka's wanna see me
wanna see me in tha feds
bitches give me head
dollas in my account
Soundscan the week out
mufucka's on my
mufucka's shit
hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you better it
all i need is Beyonce,AND A Rockafella
Nigga, you can check up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted the red and black rim, blood
niggas 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the CPT
Did it for New
Did it for
ran through hip hop and made nigga's lie down
I'm away for a while, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a =)
God the child with incredible style, nigga sicka than the West Nile
Who's king of the West
I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas ain't gonna shit
the fuck up,nigga, you ain't gon' kill shit
Rappers don't rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be with crips, real bloods, real clappers
fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya backwards
than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em
My semi-automatic
pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
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 Hova noise
got tha whole world clappin just like Noya Boys
a juvenile, i had to prove my style
Went from Kay to DJ Clue then blaw(
20 magizine covers,nigga at me now
You need a hot 16? I need a hot hundred
'causez half of these rap niggas just be runnin' mouth
The other in the ATL runnin' the South
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 spit lines, betta rhymes
Every time hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
"fuck it I'm rich, for nothin', the media, get off'a my dick
You with me? my next gon' sell like Britney
I beat on these rap like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no beef wit 50
And if ya just in, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360
back where I started, in Compton, takin' out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Harbor
That was '95, Cube was in his prime
You bought ya Injection, and I bought mine
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brotha it for me, they used to call him Big Fa$e
But now, we brothers, nigga, we ain't shit
And you livin' in my shadow like Vick
And I heard about ya little rappers talkin'
Stay out my family business or you get a coffin
I ain't changed, same Nigga got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr. Dre his bars are sick
Gettin' head on tha road 'cause his are sick
And he rymed so good I had to pause the
I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get this firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She said fuck you pay me, so I 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 don't drive
Nigga, I'm a gangsta, and homie don't dat
way back, and get your ass clapped ASAP
Nigga, this the
You want beef, say
have a hundred Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole click wet, makin' up sets, nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset
he got ran outta Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talkin' he gang
Won't bust a shot, and tha nigga know 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 got a rappin' 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 demo and the for Suge
After one meeting I was right back in the
Red hangin' sellin' crack in the hood
Now it's for good
Any mention Dre get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How that taste? ya shit out fa real
Call Nelly or Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook like a steak on the grill
Got tha on hold, but I ain't pharrel
Nigga I'm for real , my flow ill like smoke in ya
I spit sharp, like a 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
Watch me take flight like Tom in Top Gun
You win some, but you just lost one
I beat on these lil' niggas Doctor Dre's drums
Look at mufucka's tryin'a prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane gon' boost sells
Never that, muthafucka, I'm a cat
Kanye West and slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as
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, then add a 360 bars, with one Kevin Federline, what do you get? (a million) "Let's get tha fuck outta here, man, go find somethin' to do.