Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock
'cause it's the blood vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there enough room for the both of us
See it's a down
Your best style I'll
(yo)i rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a of handcuffs
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can my credentials
hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
Killin of beer
outta here...

Verse mc breeze

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No time to fuckin featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll pull a if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm pathic like manson
Aint wit the
But I get more 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
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin foward/while you other suckas
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 gets
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse j-ro, tash

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

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to bust my
the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson
But..hold up
I'll rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up mc eiht
'cause I be rockin
the roof was on fire
So me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra I catch ya
is on the tables
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow before ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And turn ya around...