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 consciouss tellin me it dont make
Then his nonsense
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 sure
A season veteran a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised our vision
I black you get imprisoned
When my eyes see your eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you change the to channel live
That underground sound who said it'd die
if it is me and my nine's
The first to
For my
Live by the die by the flame
im gone 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 like hot grease on a
on real tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a in a jeep stolen
Wools in clothng
All beef
Bust cheap trojans
rollin blunts and weed smokin
We chokin
on they knees open
I spit a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me starin blame the remmy
So shots ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's duckin the
For fuckin lady c-o's
blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a mommy on my
Theres eight million
six million ways to die
Theres two million niggas getting away crime
Theres two million more whack tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million niggas tryin to eat at one
It keeps the gunnin in the blood runnin
And the judge
Enough to make touch something

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its buisness
jack cars and rap stars
Rockin the bars
Bitches naked on their lap
Its buisness
Niggas guns
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga cores is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got what you son
Its all ghetto

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

4]
Yo rally hot feel so sick
And I won't stop I'm so so rich
While Y'all niggas
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't waste
And I waste rhymes
Few minutes,
Track like swiss
If you ain't hot like this
Real hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run like
Now that
Defeat rhymes that
Son son you
You a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've a thug since the sixth grade
a fade
Young
Look the ghetto done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him the hot slugs like over now
I know you test rock, what you waitin for
I one-thirty-eight basement door
City up north you escape the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Out]

Rahz Freestyle]
You fin to blow up shit
Youre a bomb threat
How the fuck you gonna a crowd
You aint out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The smith and wessun
Like
I'm past hip-hop
I be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who rocks
Leak use after word b
So dope you better me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm goin to Armaghetto
My click be sickly
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 death sentence or a blood
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 business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !