Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no
live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some if you got/but if it's wack
I draw the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't room for the both of us
See a showdown/throw down
best style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my
Just hard and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a
And a pistol
No lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse mc breeze

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 seconds to betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid
To the promoters on
me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get cheers than ted danson
dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin fast foward/while you suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a black
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You might get take nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles the martial arts
I weed
I more grass than golf carts
92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin raps on my computer
J-ro the tittie dean/wearin green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned I had to the mic
my turn
I got furious styles like fishburne...

Wit da bitches me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to bust my
the l-i-k-s's
Yes the freshest
Wit lyrics rough the edges
I'll you on the mic
Like a pack of benson
But..hold up
bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc
'cause I be rockin
Since the roof was on
So point me to the bitch the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You betta do the hokey
And turn ya around...