Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

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I grab the mic and start down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if wack
I draw back the cap for the
of stuck to rock dealin
'cause it's the blood vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See it's a showdown/throw
Your style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a of handcuffs
In all
snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and
So nigga you can my credentials
hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a pistol
No longer in the window
I'll bust a wit indo
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the
I paid my now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And drop like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll pull a if I ain't paid right
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the is yours!
I'm psycho pathic manson
wit the dancin
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in dreams 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 foward/while you other
Stuck in a mode
I goes like a great white
But I'm a black
No matter how the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

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

Wit da tunin me in
Like it's the young and the
up to bust my shit
From the
Yes the freshest
Wit lyrics around the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc
'cause I be rhymes
Since the roof was on
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest
make her break it down like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow down ya fuck wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...