Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle Ghetto

Verse xzibit

(see look)
I grab the mic and 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 back the cap for the peelin
Should of to rock dealin
'cause it's the blood vill..
Chill..stayin high like the
See there ain't enough room for the of us
See it's a showdown/throw
Your best I'll bust
(yo)i write that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all
I'll snatch you by your
And do a suplex and
So you can check my credentials
Just hard and instrumentals
smash you wit a dental
And a loaded
No longer in the window
bust a field wit indo
Killin of beer
outta here...

Verse mc breeze

Like a spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin the blues
I my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode
room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize
And niggas step soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin
I ain't the to pic up the mic
And the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't right
To the on tour
Short me a buck and a and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like
wit the dancin
But still I get more cheers ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than
You beatin me? that's only in your ho
I'm not sayin I'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the roads
Movin fast foward/while you suckas
in a pause mode
I goes deep a great white
But I'm a black
No matter how the pay stacks
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
Microphones grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to
93 mandingo/94 I'm the
'cause I'm to the bone marrow
I get
Wit more styles than the martial
I weed
I roll more grass golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a
Now I'm writin on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie dean/wearin green
Been on the the age of 13
I I had to earn the mic
my turn
I got styles like larry fishburne...

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