Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
Sniff a key
My deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont sense
Then guard his
A niggas best defense is his
So yo I po po
And a dodo
in them gogo's
Trying to my mojo
Oh no fuckin with a pro
Who go for
For sure
A season holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
televised through our vision
While I you get imprisoned
my eyes see through your eyes
Your
Subconsciously you change the station to channel
That underground hard-core sound who it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The to ride
For my
by the fire die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the dragon uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
Gorillas on real tv because they us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a stolen
Wools in sheeps
All frozen
Bust like cheap
Nautrally rollin blunts and smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a automatic barking part
And if you hear me blame the remmy martin
So shots ghetto people
and c-lo's duckin the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
a mommy on my beecho
Theres million stories
Only six million to die
two million niggas getting away with crime
Theres two million more whack tryin to rhyme
Now theres four niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs gunnin in the runnin
And the judge
Enough to make nigga touch

Niggas with that strick-nine
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its ghetto
Niggas cars and rap stars
Rockin the bars
Bitches dancin naked on lap
Its buisness
Niggas hold
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto nigga soft cores is business
Yo, drinks and son
Never son
I got what you son
Its all business

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the green
My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone
Shit is ten bitch wheres your child
With a nine in his pocket lockin it down penile
I did the to born
style straight corn
I up in the morning
Heard your and just yawned
You fuckin up my
No lie
You can die
??
i break you up like god
Yo its the herb
New style
Rap is for my war
Fat like Clinger
We bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry

4]
Yo hot boys feel so sick
And I stop 'til I'm so so rich
While Y'all spit
I (WHOOO) blow
waste time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you hot come like this
Real hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run like
Now picture
rhymes never that
Son son you
You ain't a man you got a little something to shade
I've been a thug since the sixth
a fade
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
Heart now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like now
I know you wanna rock, what you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight basement
City up north you escape the raw
Find me channel live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

Fades Out]

[Rowdy Freestyle]
You aint fin to blow up
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you move a crowd
You moved out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words smith and
Like
I'm past hip-hop
I be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by who flip rocks
Leak use after Smith b
So dope you sniff me
And learn to me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm goin to swiftly
My whole click be
So we don't sleep we in bed
thats trying to get hit in the head
Fuck and get hit in the head
Everything I write is a death sentence or a blood line
For who love nines
We don't stand in lines
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you ain't with ghetto business
THERE'S THE PUNK, HIT THAT !