Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 when Ron Gold' went out Nicole

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

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

that, the brothers 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
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 , this what 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, fuck ya
my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hands, not it right

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

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

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

Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be
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 brothers in the house, now, be
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')

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