Luyện nghe bài hát 360

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches wanna me head
(A Million) in my bank account
(A Million) the first 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 need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim
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 away for awhile, call it a vacation
I call it a Bentley with a
GOD bless the child, wit incredible
sicker 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, kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, bloods, real clappers
Fuck rappin, these will push ya grill backwards
than Iraqis when Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' for ya
My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm Hova noise
Got the whole world clapping, like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to my style
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100
Cause half of rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL the south
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 I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the to get off of my dick
You wit me, my album going to sell like Britney
I beat on rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney
No drama, no more beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when was in his prime
You yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my mixtape
My brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we shit
And you living in my like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers talking
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre his bars is sick
head on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause shit
I told 'em bomp, slow baby
Got to get this firm 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, 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
this the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo clique 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 through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The fact remains, the game don't rap for
rap for fun, Game blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so bastards done
Be easy, I might 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 back in the
On the couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was right in the hood
Red bandana hanging, crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert shoved in his fucking face
How taste?
yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, '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 razorblade my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, bar none
Who kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm)
me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
beefing wit hurricane going 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 take the 120 bars, put it with the 240
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the outta here man..
Go find to do