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 deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont sense
guard his nonsense
A niggas best is his offense
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in gogo's
to steal my mojo
Oh no fuckin with a pro
Who go for
For sure
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
on now judge judy
Youre televised our vision
While I you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you the station to channel 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 fire die by the
Happy im gone knowin my son's be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his feelings on a
A pen unleash the dragon uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
on real tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin a hundred in a jeep stolen
Wools in sheeps
All beef
Bust cheap trojans
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We keep
on they knees open
I spit like a semi barking part
And if you hear me starin the remmy martin
So liquor ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's the repo
For them lady c-o's
Rhymes devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
With a mommy on my
eight million stories
Only six ways to die
Theres two niggas getting away with crime
Theres two more whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres four million tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs in the blood runnin
And the judge
to make nigga touch something

Niggas fuckin with that
The models get
So we be big time
Its buisness
Niggas cars and rap stars
Rockin the cash
dancin naked on their lap
Its buisness
Niggas hold
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto soft cores is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
Never son
I got what you son
Its all business

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

4]
Yo rally hot boys feel so
And I won't stop I'm so so rich
While Y'all niggas
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't waste
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track done swiss
If you hot come like this
niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
your ass run like this
Now that
Defeat rhymes never
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a something to shade
been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Young
Look the ghetto done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
snath my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him the hot slugs like over now
I know you test rock, what you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

[Beat Out]

Rahz Freestyle]
You aint fin to up shit
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you gonna a crowd
You moved out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The smith and wessun
megatron
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put into tiny
Distributed by who flip rocks
use after 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 sleep we in bed
Those thats trying to get hit in the
around and get hit in the head
Everything I write is either a death or a blood line
For those who love
We don't in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me that
If you ain't down with business
THERE'S THE PUNK, HIT THAT !