Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
Yeah ha.. we
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
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Sniff a key
My deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make
guard his nonsense
A niggas defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And duck a
Birdies in gogo's
Trying to my mojo
Oh no fuckin with a pro
Who go for
For sure
A season holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
televised through our vision
While I black you get
When my eyes see through your
Your
Subconsciously you change the station to live
That hard-core 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
Happy im gone knowin my gonna be the same
As his dog that
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen unleash the dragon uh
Im on ya hot grease on a skillet
Gorillas on real tv because they us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a stolen
Wools in clothng
All beef
like cheap trojans
Nautrally rollin blunts and smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they open
I spit like a semi barking part
And if you hear me starin blame the martin
So liquor ghetto people
Dutches and duckin the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes blind (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
With a on my beecho
eight million stories
Only six ways to die
Theres two million niggas away with crime
Theres two million more niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million niggas tryin to eat at one
It keeps the thugs gunnin in the runnin
And the judge
Enough to make nigga touch

Niggas with that strick-nine
The get mine
So we gonna be big
Its buisness
Niggas jack and rap stars
the cash bars
Bitches dancin on their lap
Its ghetto
Niggas hold
Hot steakin' the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got what you son
Its all business

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

4]
Yo hot boys feel so sick
And I won't 'til I'm so so rich
While niggas spit
I (WHOOO) blow
waste time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you ain't hot come like
niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make ass run like this
Now picture
rhymes never that
Son son you
You a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've been a since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Boomy
Look what the done to me
you bolder now
Heart now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him him down
Hit him with the hot like over now
I know you test rock, what you waitin for
I live basement door
City up north you can't the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Fades

[Rowdy Freestyle]
You aint fin to up shit
Youre a bomb threat
How the fuck you gonna a crowd
You moved out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm past
I should be put tiny ziplocks
Distributed by who flip rocks
Leak use word Smith b
So dope you better me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My click be sickly
So we don't we spit in bed
thats trying to get hit in the head
Fuck around and get hit in the
Everything I write is either a sentence or a blood line
For those who nines
We stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !