Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin live the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the
Should of to rock dealin
'cause it's the stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin like the ceilin
See ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw
best style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes make niggas throw they sets up
hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by your
And do a and step
So nigga you can my credentials
Just rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a pistol
No longer lookin in the
bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of
outta here...

Verse two: mc

Like a fuze/start spreadin the
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next
Make room for the I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I none
And niggas step up/i emcseason
3 to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on
Short me a and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho like manson
wit the dancin
But still I get more than ted danson
More dough than marino or than pacino
You beatin me? that's in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward/while you other
Stuck in a pause
I goes like a great white
But I'm a stay
No how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep bigger
You get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse j-ro, tash

For the basketballs
gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone
I get
Wit styles than the martial arts
I weed
I roll more grass than golf
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin raps on my lab-top
J-ro the tittie dean/wearin green
on the scene/since the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
Now's my
I got furious styles like fishburne...

Wit da tunin me in
Like it's the young and the
Next up to my shit
From the
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson
But..hold up
I'll rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc
I be rockin rhymes
Since the was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest
I'll her break it down like she patra when I catch ya
is on the tables
While I throw these lyrica
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...