Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no
Broadcastin from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
'cause the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See a showdown/throw down
Your best I'll bust
(yo)i write that make niggas throw they sets up
hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
snatch you by your neck
And do a and step
So nigga you can check my
hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer in the window
I'll a field wit indo
quarts of beer
Sadie's here...

Verse two: mc

Like a fuze/start spreadin the
Its 94 and is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta
No to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And catch the stage
I'll a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
wit the dancin
But I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles pacino
You me? that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm
comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross
Movin foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a mode
I deep like a great white
But I'm a stay
No matter how high the pay
Or if my rep gets
You might get take this out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out nigga.....

Verse j-ro, tash

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

Wit da tunin me in
it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my
the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the
Wit lyrics rough the edges
smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of hedges
But..hold up
I'll bust rhymes that'll
That'll wake yo ass up like mc eiht
'cause I be rockin
Since the roof was on
So point me to the who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the
While I these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya wit my sound
You do the hokey pokey
And ya self around...