Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic worse/
Kick some rhymes if you if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the
Should of stuck to dealin
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there ain't room for the both of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best style bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw sets up
Couldn't hold my if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can my credentials
Just rhymes and instrumentals
smash you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer lookin in the
bust a field wit indo
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

Like a fuze/start the news
Its 94 and breeze is niggas the blues
I paid my now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And drop bombs a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas 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
pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm pathic like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get more cheers ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than
You beatin me? that's only in dreams ho
I'm not I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
I'm rollin wit the cross roads
Movin foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep like a great
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse j-ro, tash

For the basketballs
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm b-bbad to the marrow
I get
Wit styles than the martial arts
I weed
I roll more grass than golf
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin raps on my computer
J-ro the tittie fiend/rap green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned I had to the mic
Now's my
I got furious styles like fishburne...

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