Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some if you got/but if it's wack
I back the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw sets up
hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
snatch you by your neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my
Just hard rhymes and
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a loaded
No longer in the window
bust a field wit indo
Killin of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I none
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
Aint wit the
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a mode
I goes deep like a white
But I'm a stay
No matter how the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You might get this nigga out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

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

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the and the restless
Next up to bust my
From the
Yes it's the
Wit rough around the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson
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 bitch the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down she patra when I catch ya
is on the tables
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You betta do the hokey
And ya self around...