Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto B.I.

[Method
ha.. we vibin'
Channel all day ha c'mon
Yo its me the uh o-d
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Sniff a key
My coke
Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make
Then his nonsense
A niggas best defense is his
So yo I po po
And a dodo
Birdies in them
to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e with a pro
Who go for
For though
A veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now judy
Youre through our vision
While I black you get
my eyes see through your eyes
Your
Subconsciously you the station to channel live
underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
Cause if it is me and my
The first to
For my
Live by the die by the flame
Happy im gone knowin my son's be the same
As his dog that
Who put his feelings on a
A pen the dragon again uh
Im on ya like hot grease on a
on real tv because they feel us

2]
I'm livin like a hundred in a jeep
Wools in clothng
All beef
like cheap trojans
Nautrally rollin and weed smokin
We chokin
on they knees open
I like a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me starin the remmy martin
So liquor shots people
Dutches and c-lo's duckin the
For fuckin them lady
Rhymes blind (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac
With a on my beecho
eight million stories
Only six ways to die
Theres two niggas getting away with crime
Theres two million more whack niggas to rhyme
Now four million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
And the frontin
Enough to make nigga something

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

3]
Yo this is for the
Walking on the green
My lyrics be like the of a teen gone wild
Shit is ten bitch wheres your child
With a nine in his lockin it down like penile
I did the knowledge to
Your style corn
I woke up in the
Heard your shit and yawned
You up my high
No lie
You can die
??
Before i you up like god
Yo its the slinger
New style
Rap is for my war
Fat like Clinger
We still bring the hardcore with r&b
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Springer

4]
Yo rally hot feel so sick
And I stop 'til I'm so so rich
Y'all niggas spit
I (WHOOO) hits
Don't time
And I waste rhymes
Few minutes,
done like swiss
If you ain't hot come like
Real niggas hold a gun this
Pop something, one in leg
your ass run like this
Now picture
Defeat never that
Son son you
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to
been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin a
Boomy
Look what the done to me
you bolder now
Heart now
soldier now
Gun now
Nigga snath my chain, catch him him down
Hit him with the hot like over now
I know you wanna test rock, what you for
I live one-thirty-eight door
up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where channel be at
(What is this)
Business

[Beat Fades

[Rowdy Freestyle]
You aint fin to up shit
merely a bomb threat
How the fuck you gonna a crowd
You aint moved out from your yet
I'm a vet, yet a vet-er-an
The words smith and
Like
Understand I'm past
I should be put into ziplocks
by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word b
So dope you sniff me
And learn to keep me out ya
Get me
I'm to Armaghetto swiftly
My click be sickly
So we don't we spit in bed
Those trying to get hit in the head
around and get hit in the head
Everything I write is either a sentence or a blood line
For those who love
We don't stand in club
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me that
If you ain't down ghetto business
THE EXIT PUNK, HIT THAT !