Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha
Yo its me the uh o-d
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a whole key
My coke
Be my consciouss tellin me it make sense
Then guard his
A best defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in gogo's
Trying to 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
I black you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you change the station to live
That underground hard-core sound who said die
if it is me and my nine's
The to ride
For my
Live by the fire die by the
im gone knowin my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog
Who put his feelings on a
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya hot grease on a skillet
Gorillas on tv because they feel us

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

Niggas fuckin with that
The get mine
So we be big time
Its buisness
Niggas jack cars and rap
Rockin the bars
dancin naked on their lap
Its buisness
hold guns
Hot steakin' the biscut
Ghetto nigga cores is ghetto business
Yo, drinks and son
Never son
I got you need son
Its all business

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the mile
My lyrics be the spirit of a teen gone wild
Shit is after ten bitch wheres your
With a nine in his pocket lockin it down penile
I did the knowledge to
Your style straight
I woke up in the
your shit and just yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
Before i 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 'til I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
waste time
And I waste rhymes
Few minutes,
done like swiss
If you hot come like this
Real hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run 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 sixth
a fade
Young
Look what the done to me
you bolder now
Heart now
soldier now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him hold him
Hit him the hot slugs like over now
I know you wanna test rock, what you for
I live one-thirty-eight door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me channel live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

[Beat Fades

[Rowdy Freestyle]
You aint fin to blow up
Youre merely a threat
How the fuck you gonna move a
You aint moved out from moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words smith and
Like
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put into tiny
Distributed by who flip rocks
Leak use after word b
So dope you sniff 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 and get hit in the head
Everything I is either a death sentence or a blood line
For those who love
We don't stand in club
We V.I.P
love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto
THERE'S THE EXIT PUNK, HIT !