Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

Yo, yo, I give a rat's ass
I've to eat grub and slap ass
And show my entire black ass
Y'all the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a 'bout it

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

And my sixteen Meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for your whole
Rap phenom, slap your ass, your thong to my theme song
And you don't get clap upon

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

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

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

I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks
And if it ain't come raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold nose
At the show, I'll be shittin' out my mouth like my closed

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

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

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

I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be the mic
With your guns in your 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 three with knock knees
Attract hood rats for blocks 'cause I got

Yo, dude I carry but I don't flaunt it
When the towel is in, you know
There's men that spoke on it, we both want it, the Trackmasters
holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it

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

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

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

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
Fuck the Meth
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')