Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
Yeah ha.. we
Channel all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
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a whole key
My deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make
guard his nonsense
A best defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And duck a
Birdies in gogo's
Trying to steal my
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A season holy a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre televised through our
While I you get imprisoned
my eyes see through your eyes
Your
Subconsciously you the station to channel live
underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The first to
For my
by the fire die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my son's gonna be the
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the again uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
Gorillas on real tv because feel us

2]
I'm like a hundred in a jeep stolen
Wools in sheeps
All frozen
Bust like cheap
rollin blunts and weed smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a automatic semi barking
And if you me starin blame the remmy martin
So liquor shots people
Dutches and c-lo's duckin the
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a mommy on my
Theres million stories
six million ways to die
Theres two million niggas away with crime
Theres two million whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million niggas to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs in the blood runnin
And the frontin
Enough to make nigga something

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its ghetto
Niggas jack cars and rap
Rockin the bars
dancin naked on their lap
Its buisness
Niggas hold
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
Never son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the green
My lyrics be the spirit of a teen gone wild
Shit is ten bitch wheres your child
With a nine in his lockin it down like penile
I did the knowledge to
Your straight corn
I up in the morning
your shit and just yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
Before i you up like god
Yo its the herb
New style
Rap is for my war
Fat like Clinger
We still bring the hardcore r&b singers
While the ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo rally hot feel so sick
And I stop 'til I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
waste time
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
done like swiss
If you ain't hot like this
Real niggas hold a gun like
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run like
Now picture
Defeat rhymes that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to
I've been a thug since the sixth
a fade
Young
Look what the 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 over now
I know you wanna rock, what you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight basement
City up north you can't the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

[Beat Fades

Rahz Freestyle]
You fin to blow up shit
Youre a bomb threat
How the you gonna move a crowd
You aint moved out from your yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The words smith and
Like
I'm past hip-hop
I be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by who flip rocks
Leak use word Smith b
So you better sniff me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm goin to Armaghetto
My whole click be
So we sleep we spit in bed
Those thats trying to get hit in the
Fuck around and get hit in the
Everything I write is either a death sentence or a blood
For who love nines
We don't stand in club
We V.I.P
Thugs love to me spit that
If you ain't down with business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !