Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if wack
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to dealin
'cause it's the blood vill..
Chill..stayin high the ceilin
See there enough room for the both of us
See it's a down
Your style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas they sets up
hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by neck
And do a suplex and
So nigga you can my credentials
Just rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse mc breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the
Its 94 and breeze is niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next
Make for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step soak 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 gauge if I ain't paid
To the promoters on
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
wit the dancin
But still I get cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep like a great
But I'm a black
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse j-ro, tash

For the balls
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles the martial arts
I weed
I roll more than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
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
my turn
I got styles like larry fishburne...

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