Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

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

Verse two: mc

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the I'm about to explode
And drop bombs a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step up/i soak
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No time to fuckin featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I paid right
To the on tour
me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
wit the dancin
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than or roles than pacino
You beatin me? only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin fast foward/while you suckas
Stuck in a mode
I deep like a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm b-bbad to the marrow
I get
Wit styles than the martial arts
I need
I roll grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin
on the scene/since the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
my turn
I got furious styles larry fishburne...

Wit da tunin me in
it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my
From the
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough around the
I'll you on the mic
Like a of benson hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes circulate
That'll yo punk ass up like mc eiht
I be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on
So point me to the bitch who's the butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra I catch ya
is on the tables
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You betta do the pokey
And turn ya around...