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 systems
So, come on everyone that wants to get some
Plug in and and boot

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

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

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

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

Do I get brollic? Gimme a car show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick
Skip for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape the weight 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 it's out of
Something like when Ron Gold' went out Nicole

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

Me and Meth, 100 proof, in case a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of
Doc, where the lighter, yo, I'm hemming up
grind 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 like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all be rushing the mic
With your guns in your 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 with knock
Attract hood rats for 'cause I got cheese

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

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

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')

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 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 , what 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 it's all about, now, be that
with the Meth
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')