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 wack

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

See there ain't room for the both of us
See it's a showdown, throw
Your best style, I'll
Yo, I write rhymes make niggas throw they sets up

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

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

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

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

I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the 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 pathic like Manson ain't wit' the dancin'
But I get more Cheers than Ted Danson
More dough than Marino or than Pacino

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

Movin' fast forward, while you other
Stuck in a mode
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a black

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

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

I get wild 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

the tittie fiend, rap dean, wearin' green
Been on the scene, the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic, now's my turn
I got Furious Styles like Larry

Wit' da tunin' me in
it's the Young and the Restless
Next up to bust my shit from the
Yes, it's the freshest wit' rough around the edges

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

I be rockin' 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 tables while I throw these atcha

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