Luyện nghe bài hát 360

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

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 Slim
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black 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 nigga's lie
I'm going away for awhile, call it a vacation
I it a Bentley with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible
Nigga sicker than Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real
Fuck rappin, nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The 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 whole world clapping, just the Nolia Boys
a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga at me now
You a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running mouth
The other half, in the ATL the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom
I'm rich, so on my birthday 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 Kevin
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 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
Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first
My brother brought it for me, they use to him Big Face
But now, we brothers, nigga we ain't shit
And you living in my shadow like Marcus
And I heard about yo little talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a quick
I ain't change, same nigga got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his is sick
head on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause this
I told 'em bomp, down baby
Got to get this firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She 'fuck 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 take
up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass ASAP
Nigga the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hoodies where you lay at
Get yo clique wet, making up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New York by
he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even through his projects
so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga where I hang
I'm Big Kane, and the platinum chain
The fact remains, the don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, blast his gun
the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
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 bandana hanging, crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How that
Blow yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em 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, smoke in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar
Who else kick knowlegde outside of and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop 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
at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost 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 , let me ask you a question
If you take the 120 bars, put it the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck here man..
Go find to do