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 deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it make sense
Then guard his
A niggas best defense is his
So yo I po po
And a dodo
in them gogo's
Trying to my mojo
Oh no fuckin with a pro
Who go for
For sure
A season veteran a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre televised through our
While I black you get
When my eyes see through eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you change the to channel live
That underground hard-core who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The to ride
For my
Live by the die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my son's be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
Gorillas on real tv because they us

2]
I'm livin a hundred in a jeep stolen
in sheeps clothng
All beef
Bust like cheap
Nautrally rollin blunts and weed
We keep
Bitches on they open
I spit a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me starin blame the martin
So liquor shots ghetto
Dutches and c-lo's the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes blind (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a mommy on my
Theres eight million
six million ways to die
Theres two niggas getting away with crime
Theres two million more whack tryin to rhyme
Now theres four niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs in the blood runnin
And the frontin
Enough to nigga touch something

Niggas fuckin with that
The get mine
So we be big time
Its ghetto
Niggas jack cars and rap
Rockin the cash
Bitches dancin on their lap
Its buisness
Niggas guns
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto nigga soft is ghetto business
Yo, drinks and son
Never son
I got you need 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 like
I did the knowledge to
Your style corn
I woke up in the
your shit and just yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
Before i break you up god
Yo its the herb
New style
Rap is for my war
Fat like Corporal
We still the hardcore with r&b singers
While the ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo hot boys feel so sick
And I won't stop 'til I'm so so
While niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
waste time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you ain't hot come like
Real niggas a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run this
Now that
Defeat never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to
been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Young
Look what the done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him him down
Hit him the hot slugs like over now
I know you wanna test rock, what you for
I live basement door
City up you can't escape the raw
me where channel live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

Fades Out]

[Rowdy Rahz
You aint fin to up shit
Youre merely a threat
How the fuck you gonna move a
You aint moved out your moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The words and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put into ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
Leak use word Smith b
So dope you sniff me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm goin to Armaghetto
My whole be sickly
So we don't sleep we 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 lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to me spit that
If you ain't down with business
THERE'S THE EXIT PUNK, HIT !