Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
Yeah ha.. we
livin' all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
a whole key
My coke
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make
Then his nonsense
A best defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in gogo's
Trying to steal my
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre televised through our
While I you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through your
hypnotized
Subconsciously you change the to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who it'd die
if it is me and my nine's
The to ride
For my
Live by the fire die by the
Happy im gone knowin my son's be the same
As his dog that
Who put his feelings on a
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 like a hundred in a stolen
Wools in sheeps
All beef
Bust cheap trojans
rollin blunts and weed smokin
We keep
on they knees open
I spit like a automatic semi barking
And if you hear me starin blame the remmy
So liquor shots people
and c-lo's duckin the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes devine (evol??)
out in the cadillac regal
With a mommy on my
Theres eight million
six million ways to die
Theres two million getting away with crime
Theres two million more whack tryin to rhyme
Now theres million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs gunnin in the runnin
And the judge
Enough to make nigga something

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The models get
So we be big time
Its ghetto
jack cars and rap stars
Rockin the bars
Bitches naked on their lap
Its ghetto
hold guns
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga cores is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the mile
My be like the spirit of a teen gone wild
is after ten bitch wheres your child
With a nine in his pocket lockin it like penile
I did the knowledge to
Your straight corn
I up in the morning
Heard your shit and just
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 the hardcore with r&b singers
While the ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

4]
Yo rally hot boys feel so
And I won't stop 'til I'm so so
While niggas spit
I (WHOOO) blow
Don't time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track done like
If you hot come like this
niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make ass run like this
Now that
rhymes never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little to shade
been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Young
Look what the ghetto to me
Made you now
Heart 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 test rock, what you for
I live one-thirty-eight basement
City up north you escape the raw
Find me channel live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

Fades Out]

[Rowdy Freestyle]
You fin to blow up shit
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you move a crowd
You aint moved out from moms yet
I'm a vet, better yet a
The smith and wessun
Like
Understand I'm past
I should be put tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who rocks
Leak use word Smith b
So dope you sniff me
And to keep me out ya mouth
Get me
I'm goin to Armaghetto
My whole be sickly
So we don't we spit in bed
Those thats trying to get hit in the
Fuck and get hit in the head
Everything I write is either a death sentence or a line
For those who love
We don't in club lines
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !