Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

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I the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live from the no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's
I draw back the cap for the
of stuck to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best style bust
(yo)i write rhymes that niggas 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 and step
So you can check my credentials
Just hard and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer lookin in the
I'll a field wit indo
Killin quarts of
outta here...

Verse two: mc

Like a fuze/start the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
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 bombs like a b1/cops I none
And niggas up/i soak emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll pull a if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin fast foward/while you suckas
Stuck in a pause
I goes deep like a white
But I'm a stay
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles than the martial
I weed
I roll more grass golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
my turn
I got styles like larry fishburne...

Wit da tunin me in
it's the young and the restless
Next up to my shit
From the
Yes it's the
Wit rough around the edges
I'll you on the mic
Like a pack of benson
But..hold up
I'll bust that'll circulate
That'll 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 break it down like she patra when I ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw lyrica atcha
So....slow before ya fuck wit my sound
You betta do the hokey
And ya self around...