Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin
some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the
of stuck to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there enough room for the both of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw sets up
Couldn't my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a suplex and
So you can check my credentials
Just rhymes and instrumentals
smash you wit a dental
And a loaded
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
Killin quarts of
outta here...

Verse 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 for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to betta evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll a gauge 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 still I get more cheers ted danson
More dough than marino or than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin foward/while you other suckas
in a pause mode
I deep like a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

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 marrow
I get
Wit more styles than the martial
I need
I roll more grass golf carts
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin raps on my computer
J-ro the tittie dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn 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 my shit
From the
Yes the freshest
Wit rough around the edges
I'll you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll rhymes that'll circulate
wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rhymes
Since the roof was on
So me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw these atcha
So....slow down ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...