Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down
Wit out no
Broadcastin from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's
I draw back the cap for the
of stuck to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a down
best style I'll bust
(yo)i rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my
Just hard and instrumentals
smash you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer lookin in the
I'll bust a wit indo
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

two: mc breeze

Like a fuze/start 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 bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid
To the promoters on
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get cheers than ted danson
More dough than or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm
Livin comfortable just a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
Movin fast foward/while you other
Stuck in a mode
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a stay
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You might get take this nigga out the
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to
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 grass than golf carts
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the 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 tunin me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to bust my
the l-i-k-s's
Yes the freshest
Wit lyrics around the edges
I'll you on the mic
Like a of benson hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc
'cause I be rhymes
the roof was on fire
So me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll her break it down like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw lyrica atcha
So....slow down ya fuck wit my sound
You betta do the pokey
And ya self around...