Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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

I draw back the cap for the
Should of stuck to rock
'Cuz it's the blood super vil
Chill, stayin' high like the

See there ain't enough room for the of us
See it's a showdown, down
Your best style, bust
Yo, I write rhymes that make throw they sets up

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

Just hard rhymes and
Xzhibit smash you wit' a
And a loaded pistol, no longer lookin' in the
bust a field wit' indo killin' quarts of beer
Sadie's here

Like a fuze, spreadin' the news
It's 94 and Breeze is niggas the blues
I my dues and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom, I'm about to explode

And drop bombs a B1, cops I seize none
And step up, I soak emcseason
Three seconds to destinate, you evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin'

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

me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours
I'm psycho pathic like Manson wit' the dancin'
But still I get more than Ted Danson
More dough Marino or roles than Pacino

You beatin' me? That's only in dreams ho
I'm not sayin' I'm unbeatable, I'm sayin' I'm
Livin' comfortable just like a
I'm rollin' wit' the cross roads

Movin' fast forward, while you suckas
in a pause mode
I goes like a great white
But I'm a stay

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

For the balls basketballs microphones gassin'
Hey, some of the few things likes to pass
93 94 I'm the Pharaoh
'Cuz I'm b-bad to the marrow

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

J-Ro the tittie fiend, rap dean, green
Been on the scene, the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic, now's my
I got Furious Styles Larry Fishburne

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

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

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

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