Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
'cause it's the blood vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See it's a down
Your style I'll bust
(yo)i rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my
Just hard and instrumentals
smash you wit a dental
And a pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
Killin of beer
outta here...

Verse two: mc

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I my dues/and now it's 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 seize
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 seconds to betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And the stage 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 like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get more 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 just like a
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
Movin foward/while you other suckas
in a pause mode
I goes deep like a white
But I'm a black
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You might get take nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse j-ro, tash

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

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