Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC image

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

Yo, yo, I give a rat's ass
I've come to eat and slap ass
And show my entire black 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 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 hope you don't get clap

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

Do I get brollic? Gimme a car show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a wattage
college for the big wallet
The ape with a escape with the weight from a hit product

My is cold like Miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger
The red here, and it's out of control
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 back raw, you cooked it
Gangsta bomb, hold your
At the show, be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed

Me and Meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a
And ovaries, feel these great ball of
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 it's 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, let's turn mother out, now, be that
Be back , this what all about now, be that
Fuck the Meth
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

I'm looking at you like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I my wife
it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic
With guns in your left hands, not bustin' 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, dude I carry cheese but I flaunt it
the towel is thrown in, you know
There's men that spoke on it, we both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it

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

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

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 know 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 know I'm sayin', son, sayin')