Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

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

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

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

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

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

My draft is cold like beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than cheer
The red nigga here, and out of control
Something like when Ron went out with 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 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, feel these ball of fire
Doc, where the lighter, yo, I'm them up
Coffee them and put them in the vanilla dutch

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

I'm looking at you killers like you something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all be rushing the mic
your guns in your left hands, not bustin' 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 for blocks 'cause I got cheese

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

Barbaric, my truck beyond average
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 mother 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 this mother out, now, be
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, turn this mother out, now, be that
Be back, this what it's all about, now, be
Fuck with the
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')