Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
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Sniff a key
My deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it make sense
Then his nonsense
A niggas best is his offense
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in them
Trying to steal my
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A season veteran a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre televised our vision
I black you get imprisoned
When my see through your eyes
Your
Subconsciously you the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said die
if it is me and my nine's
The first to
For my
Live by the die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his feelings on a
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya hot grease on a skillet
on real tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a stolen
Wools in sheeps
All beef
Bust like cheap
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I spit a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me blame the remmy martin
So liquor ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's duckin the
For them lady c-o's
Rhymes blind (evol??)
out in the cadillac regal
With a mommy on my
Theres eight million
Only six ways to die
Theres two million niggas getting with crime
two million more whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs gunnin in the runnin
And the frontin
Enough to nigga touch something

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The get mine
So we be big time
Its buisness
Niggas jack cars and rap
the cash bars
Bitches dancin on their lap
Its ghetto
Niggas guns
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto
Yo, and weed son
Never son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the green
My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone
Shit is after ten bitch wheres child
With a in his pocket lockin it down like penile
I did the knowledge to
Your style straight
I up in the morning
your shit and just yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
Before i break you up god
Yo its the slinger
New bringer
Rap is for my war
Fat Corporal Clinger
We still bring the hardcore with r&b
While the ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo rally hot boys so sick
And I stop 'til I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) blow
Don't waste
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
Track like swiss
If you ain't hot like this
Real niggas hold a gun like
Pop something, one in leg
Make ass run like this
Now that
Defeat rhymes that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a something to shade
been a thug since the sixth grade
a fade
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
Heart now
soldier now
Gun now
snath my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him the hot slugs like over now
I know you wanna test rock, you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight basement
City up north you can't the raw
me where channel live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

[Beat Out]

[Rowdy Rahz
You aint fin to blow up
Youre merely a bomb
How the you gonna move a crowd
You moved out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The smith and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm past
I should be put into ziplocks
by those who flip rocks
Leak use after Smith b
So dope you better me
And learn to me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My whole click be
So we sleep we spit in bed
Those trying to get hit in the head
Fuck and get hit in the head
Everything I write is either a death sentence or a blood
For those who love
We don't in club lines
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you ain't with ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !