Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
Yeah ha.. we
livin' all day ha c'mon
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 duck a
Birdies in gogo's
to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A season veteran a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised our vision
While I black you get
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 dog that
Who put his on a pamphlet
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya like hot on a skillet
on real tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin a hundred in a jeep stolen
Wools in sheeps
All frozen
Bust like trojans
Nautrally rollin blunts and weed
We keep
on they knees open
I spit a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me starin blame the martin
So liquor shots people
Dutches and duckin the repo
For fuckin them lady
Rhymes devine (evol??)
out in the cadillac regal
With a on my beecho
eight million stories
Only six million to die
Theres two million niggas getting with crime
Theres two million more whack tryin to rhyme
Now four million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
And the judge
to make nigga touch something

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The get mine
So we gonna be big
Its ghetto
jack cars and rap stars
Rockin the bars
Bitches naked on their lap
Its ghetto
Niggas guns
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft cores is business
Yo, drinks and son
Never son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

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

4]
Yo hot boys feel so sick
And I won't 'til I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) blow
waste time
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
done like swiss
If you ain't hot come like
Real niggas hold a gun this
Pop something, one in leg
Make ass run like this
Now that
Defeat never that
Son son you
You a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've been a thug since the grade
Rockin a
Boomy
Look what the 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 slugs over now
I know you test rock, what you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight basement
City up you can't escape the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Out]

[Rowdy Freestyle]
You fin to blow up shit
Youre merely a threat
How the you gonna move a crowd
You aint out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The words and wessun
Like
I'm past hip-hop
I be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
Leak use after Smith b
So dope you better me
And to keep me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm goin to swiftly
My click be sickly
So we don't sleep we 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 line
For who love nines
We don't in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto
THERE'S THE PUNK, HIT THAT !