Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
Yeah ha.. we
Channel all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
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a whole key
My deep
Be my consciouss me it dont make sense
Then his nonsense
A niggas best is his offense
So yo I po po
And a dodo
in them gogo's
Trying to my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin a pro
Who go for
For sure
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judge
Youre through our vision
I black you get imprisoned
When my eyes see through eyes
hypnotized
Subconsciously you change the station to live
underground hard-core sound 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 gonna be the
As his dog that
Who put his feelings on a
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya like hot on a skillet
on real tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a jeep
in sheeps clothng
All beef
Bust like cheap
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We chokin
Bitches on they knees
I like a automatic semi barking part
And if you me starin blame the remmy martin
So shots ghetto people
Dutches and c-lo's the repo
For fuckin lady c-o's
blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the regal
a mommy on my beecho
Theres eight stories
Only six million to die
Theres two million getting away with crime
Theres two million more whack niggas to rhyme
Now theres four million tryin to eat at one time
It the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
And the frontin
Enough to make nigga touch

Niggas fuckin with that
The models get
So we gonna be big
Its buisness
jack cars and rap stars
Rockin the bars
Bitches naked on their lap
Its ghetto
hold guns
Hot steakin' the biscut
Ghetto nigga soft cores is business
Yo, and weed son
seeds son
I got what you son
Its all ghetto

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

4]
Yo rally hot feel so sick
And I won't 'til I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't time
And I don't waste
Few minutes,
Track like swiss
If you hot come like this
niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in leg
Make ass run like this
Now that
Defeat never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to
I've been a thug the sixth grade
a fade
Young
what the ghetto done to me
Made you now
Heart now
soldier now
Gun now
Nigga my chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs over now
I know you wanna test rock, what you for
I live basement door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where live be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Out]

Rahz Freestyle]
You aint fin to up shit
Youre merely a threat
How the fuck you move a crowd
You aint out from your moms yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The smith and wessun
Like
Understand I'm past
I should be put into tiny
Distributed by those who rocks
Leak use word Smith b
So you better sniff me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm goin to swiftly
My click be sickly
So we don't we spit in bed
Those 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 who love nines
We don't stand in club
We V.I.P
Thugs to hear me spit that
If you ain't down ghetto business
THERE'S THE EXIT PUNK, HIT !