Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

Yo, yo, I couldn't a rat's ass
I've to eat grub and slap ass
And my whole entire 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, 'La Rhumb'
Doc, it makes me wonder; how heads has Heather Hunter's
How many different conclusions to to

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

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

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

My is cold like 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' went out Nicole

I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks
And if it ain't back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your
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 great of fire
Doc, where the lighter, yo, I'm them up
Coffee grind them and put in the vanilla dutch

Believe that, the in the house, now, be that
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 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
with the Meth
(Yo, you know I'm sayin', son, sayin')

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

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

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

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