Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

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

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

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

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

Do I get brollic? Gimme a car I'll show you how to flip
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick
Skip for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape with the 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 it's out of
Something like Ron Gold' went out with Nicole

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

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

Believe that, the 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
We not
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

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

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

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

Yo, dude I cheese 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
holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it

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

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
that, let's turn 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, turn this mother out, now, be that
Be back , this what it's all 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 turn 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')