Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
a whole key
My coke
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make
guard his nonsense
A niggas best defense is his
So yo I po po
And duck a
Birdies in them
Trying to my mojo
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre televised our vision
I black you get imprisoned
When my eyes see your eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you change the 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 die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my son's be the same
As his dog that
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the again uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
Gorillas on real tv because they us

2]
I'm like a hundred in a jeep stolen
in sheeps clothng
All frozen
Bust cheap trojans
Nautrally rollin blunts and weed
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a automatic semi part
And if you hear me starin blame the remmy
So liquor shots people
and c-lo's duckin the repo
For fuckin them lady
Rhymes devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a on my beecho
Theres eight million
Only six million to die
Theres two million niggas getting away with
two million more whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million tryin to eat at one time
It the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
And the frontin
Enough to make touch something

Niggas with that strick-nine
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its ghetto
Niggas jack cars and rap
the cash bars
Bitches naked on their lap
Its ghetto
Niggas hold
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft is ghetto business
Yo, drinks and son
seeds son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

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

4]
Yo rally hot boys feel so
And I won't 'til I'm so so rich
While niggas spit
I (WHOOO) blow
Don't waste
And I waste rhymes
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you ain't hot come like
niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
your ass run like this
Now that
rhymes never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a something to shade
I've been a thug since the grade
a fade
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
Heart now
soldier now
Gun now
Nigga my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like now
I know you wanna test rock, you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight door
City up north you escape the raw
Find me where live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

Fades Out]

[Rowdy Rahz
You aint fin to blow up
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you gonna a crowd
You aint moved out your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words smith and
megatron
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put into tiny
Distributed by those who rocks
Leak use after Smith b
So you better sniff me
And learn to me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm goin to swiftly
My whole click be
So we sleep 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 sentence or a blood line
For who love nines
We stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs to hear me spit that
If you ain't with ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !