Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

(See, look, look)
I grab the mic and breakin' down niggas
Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the
Ain't no mic checkin'
Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's

I back the cap for the peelin'
Should of to rock dealin'
it's the blood stealin' super vil
Chill, high like the ceilin'

See there enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown, down
Your best style, I'll
Yo, I write rhymes that make niggas throw they up

Couldn't my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect, I'll snatch you by your
And do a and step
So you can check my credentials

Just rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit' a
And a pistol, no longer lookin' in the window
I'll bust a field wit' killin' quarts of beer
outta here

Like a fuze, start spreadin' the
It's 94 and Breeze is givin' the blues
I paid my dues and now time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom, 'cuz I'm to explode

And bombs like a B1, cops I seize none
And niggas step up, I emcseason
seconds to destinate, you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin'

I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I paid right
To the promoters on

Short me a buck and a buckshot and the is yours
I'm psycho pathic Manson ain't wit' the dancin'
But still I get Cheers than Ted Danson
More than Marino or roles than Pacino

You beatin' me? That's only in your ho
I'm not I'm unbeatable, I'm sayin' I'm untouchable
comfortable just like a Huxtable
Plus I'm rollin' wit' the cross

Movin' forward, while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep like a great
But I'm a black

No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You might get take this nigga out the
But not the ghetto out nigga

For the basketballs microphones gassin' grass
Hey, some of the few things J-Ro to pass
93 mandingo 94 I'm the
'Cuz I'm b-bad to the marrow

I get wit' more styles than the martial arts
I need weed, I roll more grass golf carts
April 92 you no the Ro was a
Now I'm writin' on my lab-top computer

J-Ro the fiend, rap dean, wearin' green
on the scene, since the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic, my turn
I got Furious Styles like Larry

da bitches tunin' me in
Like it's the Young and the
up to bust my shit from the L-I-K-S's
Yes, it's the freshest wit' rough around the edges

I'll you on the mic
Like a pack of Benson Hedges but hold up,
I'll bust rhymes circulate
That'll yo punk ass up like MC Eiht

'Cuz I be rockin' since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest
I'll make her it down like she Patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables while I these lyric atcha

So down before ya fuck wit' my sound
You betta do the pokey and turn ya self around