Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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I grab the mic and start down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
Kick some if you got/but if it's wack
I draw the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to dealin
'cause it's the blood vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best style bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of
In all
snatch you by your neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my
Just rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a pistol
No longer lookin in the
I'll bust a wit indo
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

two: mc breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And drop bombs like a I seize none
And niggas step up/i soak
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on
Short me a and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
Aint wit the
But still I get cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or 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 foward/while you other
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep like a white
But I'm a stay
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

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

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to bust my
From the
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics around the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a of benson hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes that'll
That'll wake yo ass up like mc eiht
I be rockin rhymes
Since the was on fire
So point me to the who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw lyrica atcha
So....slow down ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...