Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's
I draw the cap for the peelin
of stuck to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there ain't enough for the both of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best style I'll
(yo)i write rhymes make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a and step
So you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
Killin quarts of
Sadie's here...

Verse mc breeze

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the mode
room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll pull a if I ain't paid right
To the on tour
Short me a and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
wit the dancin
But still I get cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
Movin fast you other suckas
Stuck in a mode
I deep like a great white
But I'm a stay
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You might get take nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the balls
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles the martial arts
I need
I roll more grass than golf
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin raps on my computer
the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn 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 the edges
I'll you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes circulate
That'll wake yo ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rockin
Since the was on fire
So point me to the who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when I ya
Broadway is on the
While I these lyrica atcha
So....slow down ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...