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 tellin me it dont make sense
Then guard his
A best defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And duck a
in them gogo's
Trying to steal my
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For sure
A season holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised our vision
While I black you get
When my eyes see your eyes
Your
you change the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who it'd die
if it is me and my nine's
The first to
For my
Live by the fire die by the
Happy im gone knowin my gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the again uh
Im on ya like hot on a skillet
Gorillas on real tv they feel us

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

Niggas fuckin with that
The models get
So we be big time
Its ghetto
Niggas cars and rap stars
the cash bars
Bitches dancin naked on lap
Its ghetto
Niggas guns
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto soft cores is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got you need son
Its all business

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the green
My lyrics be like the spirit of a gone wild
Shit is after ten wheres your child
With a nine in his pocket lockin it down like
I did the knowledge to
Your style corn
I up in the morning
Heard your shit and 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 bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Springer

4]
Yo rally hot boys feel so
And I won't stop I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't waste
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
Track like swiss
If you ain't hot like this
Real niggas hold a gun like
Pop something, one in leg
your ass run like this
Now that
Defeat never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little 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 like over now
I know you wanna rock, what you waitin for
I one-thirty-eight basement door
City up you can't escape the raw
Find me where live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

[Beat Out]

[Rowdy Rahz
You aint fin to blow up
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you gonna move a
You aint moved out from moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The smith and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put into tiny
Distributed by those who rocks
Leak use after word b
So dope you better me
And to keep me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My whole be sickly
So we don't sleep we in bed
Those trying to get hit in the head
Fuck and get hit in the head
Everything I write is either a death sentence or a line
For those who nines
We don't stand in lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me that
If you ain't down ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !