Luyện nghe bài hát 360

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the
(A Million) Bitches wanna give me
(A Million) Dollars in my 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 respect 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 these lie down
I'm going for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible
Nigga sicker West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm my vest down, nigga's ain't going 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, real bloods, real
Fuck rappin, nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when attacking
My flow semi-automatic,
pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, 'The Game' coming for ya
My jab, like Zab on the of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making noise
Got the world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my
Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the
10 in the bank, 7 bedroom house
I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I better 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 media to get off of my
You wit me, my next album to sell like Britney
I on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more wit 50
And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, out the garbage
Where and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brother brought it for me, they use to him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't
And you living in my shadow Marcus Vick
And I heard yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin
I ain't change, same nigga that got off bricks
Got to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick
Getting head on the road, cause his 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 said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
what 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 don't drive maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and don't play dat
way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP
Nigga this the payback, you beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip
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, he gangbang
Won't a shot, and the nigga know where I hang
I'm Big Kane, and the platinum chain
The remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards
Be easy, I give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch, I put my in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was back in the hood
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?
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 smoke in ya
I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my
Nigga, I'm one, motherfukka bar none
Who kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm)
Watch me Take 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 motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost 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 take the 120 bars, put it the 240 bars
add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta man..
Go something to do