Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

(See, look, look)
I grab the mic and start down niggas
Without no problem, live from the bottom
no mic checkin' worse
Kick rhymes if you got but if it's wack

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

See there enough room for the both of us
See a showdown, throw down
best style, I'll bust
Yo, I write rhymes that make niggas throw 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
smash you wit' a dental
And a loaded pistol, no longer in the window
I'll bust a field wit' indo quarts of beer
Sadie's here

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

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

I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
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 ain't wit' the dancin'
But still I get more Cheers Ted Danson
More than Marino or roles than Pacino

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll you on the mic
a pack of Benson Hedges but hold up, wait
I'll 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 tables while I throw lyric atcha

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