Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
live from 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 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
best style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make throw they 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 rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a loaded
No lookin in the window
I'll a field wit indo
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

two: mc breeze

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my now it's 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 soak
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't right
To the on tour
me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
Aint wit the
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a mode
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get take 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
'cause I'm b-bbad to the marrow
I get
Wit more styles the martial arts
I weed
I roll more grass than golf
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm raps on my lab-top computer
the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
my turn
I got furious styles larry fishburne...

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