Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

(see look)
I grab the mic and start breakin niggas
Wit out no
live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the
Should of to rock dealin
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See it's a down
Your best style I'll
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas they sets up
Couldn't hold my if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll you by your neck
And do a suplex and
So you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and
smash you wit a dental
And a loaded
No lookin in the window
bust a field wit indo
Killin of beer
outta here...

Verse two: mc

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to
And drop bombs like a I seize none
And niggas step soak emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
wit the dancin
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm
Livin comfortable like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin fast you other suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get take this nigga out the
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

three: j-ro, tash

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things likes to pass
93 I'm the pharoah
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone
I get
Wit more than the martial arts
I need
I roll more than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the fiend/rap dean/wearin green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
Now's my
I got furious styles like fishburne...

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