Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and breakin down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin
Kick rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to dealin
it's the blood 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 style I'll
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they up
Couldn't hold my if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a suplex and
So nigga you can check my
hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer lookin in the
I'll a field wit indo
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my dues/and now it's to go on to the next mode
room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And step up/i soak emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm pathic like manson
wit the dancin
But still I get more cheers than ted
More dough than marino or than pacino
You beatin me? only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward/while you other
Stuck in a mode
I goes deep like a great
But I'm a stay
No matter how the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the balls
Microphones grass(hey)
of the few things j-ro likes to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
'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 raps on my 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 furious styles 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 rough around the edges
I'll you on the mic
a pack of benson hedges
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 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 lyrica
So....slow down before ya wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And turn ya around...