Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

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

Verse mc breeze

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

three: j-ro, tash

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things likes to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone
I get
Wit more styles than the arts
I need
I roll more than golf carts
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm raps on my lab-top computer
the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
Now's my
I got styles like larry fishburne...

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