Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
Sniff a key
My coke
Be my tellin me it dont make sense
Then his nonsense
A best defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And duck a
in them gogo's
Trying to my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin a pro
Who go for
For sure
A season holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised through our
While I you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through your
Your
Subconsciously you the station to channel live
That hard-core sound who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The to ride
For my
by the fire die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my son's gonna be the
As his dog that
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the dragon uh
Im on ya like hot on a skillet
Gorillas on tv because they feel us

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

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The get mine
So we gonna be big
Its ghetto
Niggas jack cars and rap
Rockin the cash
Bitches naked on their lap
Its buisness
Niggas hold
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto nigga soft cores is business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

3]
Yo is for the senile
on the green mile
My lyrics be the spirit of a teen gone wild
Shit is ten bitch wheres your child
With a nine in his pocket it down like penile
I did the knowledge to
style straight corn
I woke up in the
Heard your and just yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
i break you up like god
Yo its the slinger
New style
Rap is for my war
Fat like Corporal
We still bring the with r&b singers
While the 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
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) blow
waste time
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you ain't hot like this
Real niggas a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make ass run like this
Now picture
Defeat never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little to shade
been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Young
Look the ghetto done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him hold him
Hit him with the hot slugs like now
I you wanna test rock, what you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Fades

[Rowdy Rahz
You aint fin to up shit
Youre merely a bomb
How the you gonna move a crowd
You aint out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The smith and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm past
I should be put into ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
Leak use after Smith b
So dope you sniff me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm goin to swiftly
My whole be sickly
So we sleep we spit in bed
Those thats to get hit in the head
Fuck around and get hit in the
I write is either a death sentence or a blood line
For those who love
We don't stand in club
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit
If you ain't down with ghetto
THERE'S THE PUNK, HIT THAT !