Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel all day ha c'mon
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 guard his
A niggas defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And duck a
Birdies in gogo's
Trying to my mojo
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A season holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised our vision
I black you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through your
Your
you change the station to channel live
That underground hard-core who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The to ride
For my
Live by the die by the flame
im gone knowin my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya like hot on a skillet
Gorillas on tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a stolen
in sheeps clothng
All frozen
Bust like trojans
Nautrally rollin blunts and smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they open
I spit like a automatic barking part
And if you me starin blame the remmy martin
So liquor shots ghetto
Dutches and c-lo's duckin the
For fuckin lady c-o's
Rhymes blind (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
a mommy on my beecho
Theres million stories
Only six ways to die
Theres two million niggas getting away crime
Theres two million whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the gunnin in the blood runnin
And the judge
Enough to make touch something

Niggas fuckin with that
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its buisness
Niggas jack cars and rap
the cash bars
Bitches naked on their lap
Its ghetto
Niggas guns
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto
Yo, and weed son
Never son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

3]
Yo this is for the
Walking on the mile
My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone
Shit is after ten bitch wheres your
With a nine in his pocket it down like penile
I did the to born
Your style corn
I woke up in the
Heard your shit and just
You fuckin up my
No lie
You can die
??
Before i you up like god
Yo its the slinger
New bringer
Rap is for my war
Fat Corporal Clinger
We still bring the hardcore r&b singers
While the beast ask you out hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo rally hot boys feel so
And I won't 'til I'm so so rich
While Y'all spit
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't time
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
Track like swiss
If you ain't hot come like
Real hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run this
Now that
Defeat rhymes never
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little to shade
I've been a thug since the sixth
a fade
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like now
I you wanna test rock, what you waitin for
I live basement door
City up north you can't the raw
Find me channel live be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Fades

Rahz Freestyle]
You aint fin to blow up
merely a bomb threat
How the you gonna move a crowd
You aint moved out from your yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The smith and wessun
Like
I'm past hip-hop
I should be put tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who rocks
Leak use word Smith b
So dope you better me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm goin to swiftly
My whole click be
So we don't we spit in bed
thats 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 nines
We stand in club lines
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with business
THERE'S THE PUNK, HIT THAT !