Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
Yeah ha.. we
Channel all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
a whole key
My deep
Be my tellin me it dont make sense
Then guard his
A niggas best defense is his
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in them
Trying to steal my
Oh no fuckin with a pro
Who go for
For though
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre through our vision
While I black you get
When my see through your eyes
Your
Subconsciously you the station to channel live
underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The to ride
For my
Live by the fire die by the
Happy im gone my son's gonna be the same
As his dog that
Who put his feelings on a
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
Gorillas on tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a jeep
in sheeps clothng
All frozen
Bust cheap trojans
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We keep
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a automatic barking part
And if you hear me starin blame the martin
So liquor ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a on my beecho
Theres eight stories
six million ways to die
Theres two million niggas getting away crime
Theres two million more 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 make touch something

Niggas with that strick-nine
The models get
So we be big time
Its ghetto
jack cars and rap stars
Rockin the bars
Bitches dancin on their lap
Its buisness
Niggas guns
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft is ghetto business
Yo, and weed 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 of a teen gone wild
Shit is after ten bitch wheres your
a nine in his pocket lockin it down like penile
I did the knowledge to
style straight corn
I woke up in the
your shit and just yawned
You fuckin up my
No lie
You can die
??
i break you up like god
Yo its the herb
New bringer
Rap is for my war
Fat like Clinger
We still bring the hardcore r&b singers
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
While Y'all spit
I (WHOOO) blow
Don't time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
done 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
rhymes never that
Son son you
You ain't a man you got a little something to shade
been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like now
I know you wanna test rock, what you for
I one-thirty-eight basement door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Out]

Rahz Freestyle]
You aint fin to blow up
Youre a bomb threat
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 and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm past
I should be put into ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
Leak use after word b
So dope you better me
And to keep me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My click be sickly
So we don't 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 line
For who love nines
We stand in club lines
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down ghetto business
THERE'S THE EXIT PUNK, HIT !