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 deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make
Then 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 sure
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre through our vision
While I you get imprisoned
When my see through your eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you the station to channel live
That underground hard-core who said it'd die
if it is me and my nine's
The first to
For my
by the fire die by the flame
Happy im knowin my son's gonna be the same
As his dog that
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the again uh
Im on ya hot grease on a skillet
Gorillas on real tv they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a jeep
in sheeps clothng
All frozen
Bust like cheap
rollin blunts and weed smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a automatic semi part
And if you hear me starin blame the remmy
So liquor ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's the repo
For fuckin them lady
blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
a mommy on my beecho
Theres million stories
six million ways to die
Theres two million niggas getting away crime
Theres two million whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the gunnin in the blood runnin
And the frontin
to make nigga touch something

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

3]
Yo this is for the
on the green mile
My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone
Shit is after ten bitch wheres child
With a nine in his pocket lockin it down penile
I did the to born
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 Corporal Clinger
We still bring the hardcore with r&b
While the beast ask you out hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo rally hot feel so sick
And I won't stop 'til I'm so so
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't waste
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you ain't hot come this
Real niggas a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
your ass run like this
Now that
Defeat never that
Son son you
You a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've been a thug since the sixth
Rockin a
Boomy
Look what the done to me
Made you now
Heart 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 live one-thirty-eight door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

[Beat Out]

[Rowdy Rahz
You fin to blow up shit
Youre merely a threat
How the you gonna 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 hip-hop
I be put into tiny ziplocks
by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word b
So you better sniff me
And to keep me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My whole be sickly
So we don't we spit in bed
thats trying to get hit in the head
Fuck around and get hit in the
Everything I write is either a death sentence or a line
For those who nines
We don't stand in club
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you down with ghetto business
THERE'S THE EXIT PUNK, HIT !