Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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

I draw back the cap for the
of stuck to rock dealin'
'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
Your style, I'll 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 your
And do a and step
So nigga you can my credentials

Just hard and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit' a dental
And a loaded pistol, no longer in the window
I'll bust a field wit' indo killin' quarts of
outta here

Like a fuze, spreadin' the news
It's 94 and Breeze is 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 bombs a B1, cops I seize none
And step up, I soak emcseason
Three seconds to destinate, you evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin'

I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid
To the promoters on

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

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

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

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

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

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

J-Ro the 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 Furious like Larry Fishburne

Wit' da bitches me in
it's the Young and the Restless
Next up to 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 Benson but hold up, wait
I'll bust rhymes circulate
That'll wake yo ass up like MC Eiht

'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest
I'll make her it down like 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