Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the
of stuck to rock dealin
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a down
Your style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they up
Couldn't my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a suplex and
So nigga you can check my
Just rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer in the window
I'll a field wit indo
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
room for the kaboom/'cause 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 betta
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I paid right
To the promoters on
Short me a and a buckshot 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 in your dreams ho
I'm not I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin fast foward/while you other
Stuck in a mode
I goes deep like a white
But I'm a stay
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You might get this nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the basketballs
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
'cause I'm b-bbad to the marrow
I get
Wit more than the martial arts
I need
I roll more grass than carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie fiend/rap green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
Now's my
I got furious styles like fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the and the restless
Next up to my shit
From the
Yes the freshest
Wit lyrics rough around the
I'll you on the mic
Like a of benson hedges
But..hold up
bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc
'cause I be rhymes
the roof was on fire
So point me to the who's the dopest butterflyer
make her break it down like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
I throw these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You betta do the hokey
And ya self around...