Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Bars

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm 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 bank
(A Million) Soundscan the first out
(A Million) on my dick
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you better it
All I is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim
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 hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down
I'm away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a
GOD bless the child, wit incredible
Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the now
I'm my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, nigga you 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 sexual
Nigga get a lawyer, when Game' coming 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, just like the Boys
a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100
Cause half of these rap nigga's 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 birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no beef wit 50
And if you just in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his
You yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brought 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 like Marcus Vick
And I heard yo little rappers talking shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is
Getting head on the road, his cars is sick
And he so good, I had to pause this shit
I told 'em bomp, 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, me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass ASAP
Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say
I'll have a hundred hurricane where you lay at
Get yo clique wet, making up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New by Dipset
Then he got ran out of by my set
Banned from Watts, can't walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that 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 same couch, I put my in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, selling 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,
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, 'em make you a grill
I beef, like a steak on a grill
Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like in ya lungs
I Spit sharp a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar
Who else knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight like Tom in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just one
I beat on lil nigga's 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 West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"

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