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 your
So, come on down that wants to get some
Plug in and boot and

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

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

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

Who that kid? As dirty as that Ol' 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 mileage
that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big
The ape a fire escape with the weight from a hit product

My draft is like Miller beer
When you it, you see more stars than tigger cheer
The red nigga here, and it's out of
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 like my colon closed

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

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
Believe that, let's turn mother out, now, be that
Be back , this it's all about now, be that
with the Meth
(Yo, you what 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 left hands, not bustin' it right

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

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

Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond
With the same size wheels that on a horse
Up in the air , my dudes
Rollin' shit 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 it's all about, now, be
We not
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

Believe that, the 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
with the Meth
(Yo, you what 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 what all about now, be that
We not
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

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