Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

(See, look, look)
I grab the mic and breakin' down niggas
no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom
Ain't no mic worse
Kick some if you got but if it's wack

I draw the cap for the peelin'
Should of stuck to dealin'
'Cuz it's the blood stealin' vil
Chill, high like the ceilin'

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

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

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

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

And drop bombs like a B1, cops I seize
And niggas step up, I emcseason
Three seconds to destinate, you evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin'

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

Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours
I'm psycho pathic like ain't wit' the dancin'
But still I get more than Ted Danson
dough than Marino or roles than Pacino

You beatin' me? 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 roads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the 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 slow before ya fuck wit' my sound
You betta do the hokey and turn ya self around