Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I grab the mic and start down niggas
Wit out no
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
Should of stuck to rock
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't enough for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw
best style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll 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 pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
Killin of beer
outta here...

Verse mc breeze

Like a fuze/start the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas step up/i soak
3 seconds to detinate/you betta
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 promoters on
Short me a and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
wit the dancin
But still I get cheers than ted danson
More dough than 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
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep like a great
But I'm a black
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the basketballs
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone
I get
Wit more styles than the martial
I need
I roll grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin raps on my lab-top
the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I learned I had to the mic
Now's my
I got styles like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to bust my
From the
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough around the
smoke you on the mic
Like a of benson hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust that'll circulate
wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rhymes
Since the roof was on
So point me to the who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her it down like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw these atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You betta do the pokey
And turn ya around...