Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC image

I'm standing here with my dog
We are here to uplift mind
And your systems
So, come on down everyone that to get some
in and boot and boot

Yo, yo, I couldn't a rat's ass
I've come to eat and slap ass
And my whole entire black ass
Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs
the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it

What the bum-ba like, "Aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, let's 'La
Doc, it me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's
How many conclusions to come to

And my sixteen Meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you get clap upon

Who that kid? As as that Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who that kid? That pack a tool belt and dirty
Set tape recorder, lock down your daughter
as I touch the rap game, out of order

Do I get brollic? a car I'll show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a wattage
college for the big wallet
The ape a fire escape with the weight from a hit product

My draft is cold like beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than cheer
The red nigga here, and it's out of
Something like when Ron Gold' went out Nicole

I'll bring it back to the streets where the belong
And if it come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold nose
At the show, I'll be out my mouth like my colon closed

Me and Meth, 100 proof, in y'all a biter
And ovaries, feel these ball of fire
Doc, where the lighter, yo, I'm hemming up
Coffee grind and put them in the vanilla dutch

Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be
that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that
Be back, what it's all about, now, be that
We not
(Yo, you know I'm sayin', son, sayin')

that, the brothers in the house, now, be that
Believe that, let's this mother out, now, be that
Be , this what it's all about now, be that
Fuck with the
(Yo, you know I'm sayin', son, sayin')

I'm looking at you like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my
Fuck it, I'm nice, don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in left hands, not bustin' it right

no, I in the team, ain't no eyen' my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean, machine
Cocky, six foot three with knees
Attract hood for blocks 'cause I got cheese

Yo, dude I carry cheese but I flaunt it
When the towel is in, you know
There's grown men that on it, we both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone on it

Barbaric, my caddie truck average
With the size wheels that on a horse carriage
Up in the air , my dudes
Rollin' over shit like B. on mountain dew

that, the brothers in the house, now, be that
Believe that, let's turn mother out, now, be that
Be back, this what it's all about, now, be
We not
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

that, the brothers in the house, now, be that
Believe that, let's this mother out, now, be that
Be back, what it's all about, now, be that
Fuck with the
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

Believe that, the brothers in the house, now be
Believe that, turn this mother out, now, be that
Be back , what it's all about now, be that
We not
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

Believe that, the in the house, now, be that
Believe that, let's turn this out, now, be that
Be back, this what it's all about, now, be
Fuck the Meth
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')