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 worse
Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's

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

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

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

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

Like a fuze, start the news
94 and Breeze is givin' niggas the blues
I paid my 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 like a B1, I seize none
And niggas step up, I soak
Three seconds to destinate, you 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 ain't right
To the on tour

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

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

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

No matter how 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 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 roll more than golf carts
92 you no the Ro was a looter
Now I'm writin' raps on my lab-top

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

Wit' da tunin' me in
Like the Young and the Restless
Next up to bust my shit the L-I-K-S's
Yes, it's the freshest wit' lyrics rough the edges

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 down like she Patra I catch ya
Broadway is on the while I throw these lyric atcha

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