Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
Kick rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See it's a down
Your best style I'll
(yo)i write 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 suplex and
So you can check my credentials
Just rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a wit indo
Killin of beer
outta here...

Verse two: mc

Like a fuze/start spreadin the
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 I'm about to explode
And drop bombs a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a if I ain't paid right
To the on tour
me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
Aint wit the
But still I get more than ted danson
More dough marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward/while you other
in a pause mode
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a stay
No matter how the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the balls
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to
93 I'm the pharoah
I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get
Wit styles than the martial arts
I need
I roll more than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin 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
my turn
I got furious like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like the young and the restless
Next up to my shit
From the
Yes the freshest
Wit lyrics rough the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes that'll
That'll wake yo punk ass up mc eiht
'cause I be rhymes
Since the roof was on
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest
I'll make her break it down like she patra I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow before ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And turn ya around...