Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's
I draw back the cap for the
Should of stuck to dealin
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See ain't enough room for the both of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a 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 smash you wit a
And a pistol
No longer lookin in the
I'll bust a field wit
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse mc breeze

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
Make 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 seconds to betta evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the 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 and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get more than ted danson
dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a
I'm rollin wit the cross roads
Movin foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I deep like a great white
But I'm a black
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep bigger
You get take 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 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone
I get
Wit styles than the martial arts
I need
I roll more grass golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm raps 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 furious styles like fishburne...

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