Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there enough room for the both of us
See it's a down
Your best I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by neck
And do a and step
So you can check my credentials
Just hard and instrumentals
smash you wit a dental
And a pistol
No longer in the window
I'll bust a wit indo
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

two: mc breeze

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next
room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a I seize none
And step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to betta evacuate
No time to fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll pull a gauge if I paid right
To the on tour
Short me a and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
Aint wit the
But still I get more than ted danson
More dough than or roles than pacino
You beatin me? only in your dreams ho
I'm not I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get take nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes 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 need
I roll more than golf carts
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
Now's my
I got furious like larry fishburne...

Wit da tunin me in
Like the young and the restless
Next up to my shit
the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the
Wit rough around the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust that'll circulate
wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rhymes
the roof was on fire
So point me to the who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her it down like she patra when I catch ya
is on the tables
While I these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya wit my sound
You betta do the hokey
And turn ya around...