Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

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

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

And my sixteen bars Meth, too hard
With a disregard for your whole entourage
Rap phenom, your ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don't get clap

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

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

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

I'll bring it to the streets where the crooks 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, these great ball of fire
Doc, where the lighter, yo, I'm hemming up
Coffee them and put them in the vanilla dutch

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

Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be
Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be
Be back , this what it's all about now, be
Fuck the Meth
(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 my wife
it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hands, not it right

Ain't no, I in the team, ain't no my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean, rapid-fire
Cocky, six foot three knock knees
Attract hood rats for 'cause I got cheese

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

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

Believe that, the 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 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 what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

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