Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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

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

See there enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown, down
Your best style, bust
Yo, I write rhymes that 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 suplex and
So you can check my credentials

Just hard 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 outta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wit' da tunin' me in
Like it's the and the Restless
up to bust my shit from the L-I-K-S's
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
That'll wake yo punk ass up MC Eiht

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

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