Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
??
Sniff a key
My deep
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont sense
guard his nonsense
A niggas defense is his offense
So yo I po po
And duck a
Birdies in them
Trying to my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin a pro
Who go for
For sure
A season veteran a (dobo??)
Come on now judge
Youre televised our vision
I black you get imprisoned
When my see through your eyes
Your
Subconsciously you change the station to live
That underground hard-core who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The to ride
For my
Live by the fire die by the
Happy im gone knowin my son's be the same
As his dog that
Who put his feelings on a
A pen unleash the dragon 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
Bust like cheap
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they open
I spit like a automatic barking part
And if you hear me blame the remmy martin
So shots ghetto people
Dutches and duckin the repo
For fuckin them lady
Rhymes blind (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
a mommy on my beecho
Theres eight million
Only six million to die
Theres two million niggas away with crime
Theres two million more niggas tryin to rhyme
Now theres million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
And the frontin
Enough to nigga touch something

Niggas fuckin with that
The models get
So we be big time
Its buisness
Niggas jack and rap stars
Rockin the cash
Bitches dancin naked on lap
Its buisness
Niggas hold
Hot ones steakin' the
Ghetto soft cores is ghetto business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got you need son
Its all ghetto

3]
Yo is for the senile
Walking on the green
My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone
Shit is ten bitch wheres your child
With a in his pocket lockin it down like penile
I did the to born
Your style straight
I up in the morning
Heard your and just yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
Before i you up like god
Yo its the herb
New bringer
Rap is for my war
Fat Corporal Clinger
We bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry

4]
Yo rally hot boys so sick
And I won't stop I'm so so rich
While Y'all spit
I (WHOOO) hits
waste time
And I don't rhymes
Few minutes,
Track like swiss
If you ain't hot come this
Real niggas hold a gun like
Pop something, one in leg
Make your ass run this
Now that
Defeat rhymes that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a something to shade
I've been a thug since the grade
a fade
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
colder now
Brick now
Gun now
Nigga my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him the hot slugs like over now
I know you wanna test rock, what you for
I one-thirty-eight basement door
City up north you can't the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Ghetto

Fades Out]

[Rowdy Rahz
You fin to blow up shit
Youre merely a bomb
How the fuck you move a crowd
You aint out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words smith and
megatron
Understand I'm hip-hop
I should be put into ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip
Leak use after word b
So dope you better me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My whole be sickly
So we sleep we spit in bed
thats trying to get hit in the head
Fuck and get hit in the head
Everything I write is a death sentence or a blood line
For those who nines
We don't in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit
If you ain't with ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !