Luyện nghe bài hát 360 Bars

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me
(A Million) Motherfukka's see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches give me head
(A Million) Dollars in my account
(A Million) Soundscan the week 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
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim
fitted, wit the red and black 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 made these lie down
I'm away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a with a smile
GOD the child, wit incredible style
Nigga sicker West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill
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,
pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, 'The 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 Nolia
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I 100 thou
Cause half of rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom
I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Federline
it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell like
I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do
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 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
to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we brothers, nigga we ain't 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 coffin
I ain't change, same nigga got off them bricks
Got to Dr.Dre cause 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, down baby
Got to get this firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's what I get for her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take
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 hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, 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 walk through his
Nigga so lame, talking he
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The fact remains, the game rap for fame
rap for fun, Game 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 demo in a for Sug
After one meeting, I was right in the hood
Red hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How that
yo shit out fa'real,
Call or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, a steak 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 under 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)
Watch me Take like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just one
I beat on these lil nigga's Dr. Dre drums
Look at these trying to prove 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 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, what you
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck here man..
Go find to do