Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse one:

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

Verse mc breeze

a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's to go on to the next mode
Make room for the I'm about to explode
And bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas up/i soak emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I the type to pic up the mic
And catch the fright
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 pathic like manson
Aint wit the
But still I get more cheers ted danson
More dough than marino or roles pacino
You beatin me? that's in your 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
in a pause mode
I goes deep like a white
But I'm a black
No matter how the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You might get take this nigga out the
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro,

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

Wit da tunin me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to bust my
the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough around the
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 mc eiht
I be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on
So point me to the bitch who's the butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I throw lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You betta do the hokey
And turn ya around...