Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

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

Verse mc breeze

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas step soak 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 fright
pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
Aint wit the
But still I get more than ted danson
More dough than marino or than pacino
You me? that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin fast you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes like a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get 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 things likes to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
'cause I'm to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles than the arts
I need
I more grass than golf carts
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the fiend/rap dean/wearin green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
Now's my
I got furious like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the young and the
up to bust my shit
From the
Yes the freshest
Wit rough around the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes circulate
That'll 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 it down like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow before ya fuck wit my sound
You betta do the pokey
And turn ya around...