Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

(See, look, look)
I the mic and start 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 it's the blood stealin' vil
Chill, stayin' high like the

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

Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of
In all disrespect, I'll 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 lookin' in the window
I'll bust a field wit' indo killin' quarts of
Sadie's here

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

And drop like 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 ain't the to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't right
To the on tour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll you on the mic
Like a of Benson Hedges but hold up, wait
I'll bust rhymes circulate
wake 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 like she Patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables while I throw these lyric

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