Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you if it's wack
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
it's the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best style I'll
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they 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 nigga you can my credentials
Just hard rhymes and
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer lookin in the
I'll a field wit indo
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And drop bombs like a I seize none
And niggas up/i soak emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the is yours!
I'm pathic like manson
wit the dancin
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin foward/while you other suckas
in a pause mode
I deep like a great white
But I'm a black
No matter how the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You might get take nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the balls
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles than the martial
I need
I more 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 I had to earn the mic
my turn
I got furious styles like fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like the young and the restless
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 benson
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes that'll
wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rhymes
the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...