Luyện nghe bài hát 360

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

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 Slim
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 these nigga's lie down
I'm away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley a smile
GOD bless the child, wit style
sicker 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 kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit crips, real bloods, real clappers
Fuck rappin, nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when Bush
My flow semi-automatic,
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is harrassment
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 making noise
Got the whole world clapping, just the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my
Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and
20 Magazine covers, look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100
Cause half of these rap just be running they mouth
The half, in the ATL runnin' the south
10 in the bank, 7 bedroom house
I'm rich, so on my birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I better lines
rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my
You wit me, my next album going to like Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like do Whitney
No more drama, no beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome 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, Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brother brought it for me, 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 yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a quick
I ain't change, nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is
head on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause this
I 'em bomp, slow down baby
Got to get this shit firm Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's what I get for letting her listen to my
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped
Nigga the payback, you want beef.. say that
have a hundred hurricane hoodies where 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
from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the chain
The remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards
Be easy, I might give you a this once
I'm to die, but I don't want 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
After one meeting, I was right in the hood
Red hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How taste?
yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real
Call or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, like a on a grill
Got the clipse on hold, but I Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, bar none
Who else kick knowlegde of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker some(tm)
Watch me Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you just one
I beat on these lil like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these motherfukka's trying to theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
Kanye 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 take the 120 bars, put it the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta man..
Go something to do