Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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

I draw back the cap for the
Should of stuck to rock
'Cuz it's the stealin' super vil
Chill, stayin' like the ceilin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wit' da bitches me in
Like the Young and the Restless
Next up to bust my 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 that'll circulate
wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht

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

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