Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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I grab the mic and start breakin down
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
Kick rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock
it's the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't room for the both of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of
In all
I'll snatch you by neck
And do a and step
So you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a loaded
No longer in the window
I'll a field wit indo
quarts 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 now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And drop bombs a b1/cops I seize none
And step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on
me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
wit the dancin
But still I get more cheers than ted
More 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 just like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin fast 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 bigger
You might get take nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the balls
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to
93 I'm the pharoah
'cause I'm to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles than the arts
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
J-ro the fiend/rap dean/wearin green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned I had to the mic
my turn
I got furious like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like the young and the restless
Next up to bust my
From the
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes that'll
That'll wake yo punk ass up 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 break it down like she patra when I ya
Broadway is on the
While I these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya wit my sound
You betta do the hokey
And turn ya around...