Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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

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

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

hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect, snatch you by your neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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' raps on my lab-top

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

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

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

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

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