Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
a whole key
My coke
Be my tellin me it dont make sense
Then guard his
A niggas defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in them
Trying to my mojo
Oh no fuckin with a pro
Who go for
For though
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised our vision
While I black you get
When my eyes see through eyes
Your
Subconsciously you change the to channel live
That underground 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
im gone knowin my son's 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 on a skillet
Gorillas on real tv they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a in a jeep stolen
in sheeps clothng
All beef
like cheap trojans
Nautrally rollin blunts and smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a semi barking part
And if you hear me starin blame the remmy
So liquor shots people
Dutches and duckin the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes blind (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
With a on my beecho
Theres eight stories
Only six million to die
Theres two million niggas away with crime
Theres two more whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million niggas tryin to eat at one
It keeps the thugs gunnin in the runnin
And the judge
to make nigga touch something

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

3]
Yo is for the senile
on the green mile
My lyrics be like the spirit of a gone wild
Shit is after ten bitch wheres child
With a in his pocket lockin it down like penile
I did the to born
Your style corn
I up in the morning
Heard 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 Corporal
We still bring the hardcore r&b singers
the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo rally hot boys so sick
And I won't 'til I'm so so rich
While Y'all niggas
I (WHOOO) blow
waste time
And I waste rhymes
Few minutes,
done like swiss
If you ain't hot come like
Real niggas hold a gun like
Pop something, one in leg
your ass run like this
Now picture
Defeat rhymes that
Son son you
You a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've been a thug since the grade
a fade
Young
Look the ghetto done to me
you bolder now
Heart now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him hold him
Hit him with the hot like over 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 channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Out]

Rahz Freestyle]
You aint fin to blow up
Youre a bomb threat
How the you gonna move a crowd
You aint moved out your moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The words smith and
megatron
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
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 sleep we in bed
Those thats trying to get hit in the
Fuck around and get hit in the
I write is either a death sentence or a blood line
For who love nines
We don't stand in lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me that
If you down with ghetto business
THERE'S THE PUNK, HIT THAT !