Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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

Verse two: mc

Like a fuze/start the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I none
And niggas step soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta
No time to fuckin featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't right
To the promoters on
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 than
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
Livin just like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a mode
I goes like a great white
But I'm a black
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the balls
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone
I get
Wit more styles than the martial
I weed
I roll grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
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
my turn
I got furious styles like fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
it's the young and the restless
Next up to my shit
the l-i-k-s's
Yes the freshest
Wit lyrics rough the edges
I'll you on the mic
a pack of benson hedges
But..hold up
bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll yo punk ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rockin
Since the 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
While I throw these atcha
So....slow before ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And turn ya around...