Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
a whole 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
in them gogo's
Trying to steal my
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For sure
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judge
Youre televised through our
While I you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through eyes
Your
you change the station to channel live
That underground hard-core 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
im gone knowin my son's gonna be the same
As his dog that
Who put his feelings on a
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya hot grease on a skillet
Gorillas on real tv they feel us

2]
I'm like a hundred in a jeep stolen
Wools in clothng
All beef
Bust like cheap
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We keep
Bitches on they knees
I spit like a semi barking part
And if you hear me blame the remmy martin
So shots ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's the repo
For fuckin them c-o's
Rhymes devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a on my beecho
Theres eight million
Only six ways to die
Theres two million getting away with crime
Theres two million whack niggas tryin to rhyme
Now four million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
And the judge
Enough to make touch something

Niggas fuckin that strick-nine
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its buisness
Niggas cars and rap stars
Rockin the cash
Bitches dancin naked on lap
Its buisness
Niggas hold
Hot ones the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft cores is business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got what you son
Its all business

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the green
My lyrics be the spirit of a teen gone wild
Shit is after ten bitch wheres your
With a nine in his pocket it down like penile
I did the to born
Your style straight
I up in the morning
Heard your shit and just
You fuckin up my
No lie
You can die
??
Before i break you up 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 ask you out like 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) hits
Don't time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track done swiss
If you hot come like this
Real hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run like
Now that
Defeat rhymes never
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to
I've a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Boomy
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 with the hot slugs like now
I know you wanna test rock, you waitin for
I live one-thirty-eight basement
City up north you escape the raw
Find me where live be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Fades

Rahz Freestyle]
You aint fin to up shit
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you move a crowd
You aint moved out from your yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words smith and
Like
I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
use after word Smith b
So dope you sniff me
And to keep me out ya mouth
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 a death sentence or a blood line
For who love nines
We don't stand in lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to me spit that
If you ain't down ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !