Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC sharper

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

Yo, yo, I couldn't a rat's ass
I've come to eat and slap ass
And show my whole black ass
know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
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 many conclusions to come to

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

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

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

My draft is like Miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars tigger cheer
The red here, and it's out of control
Something like when Ron Gold' went out Nicole

I'll it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold nose
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 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 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')

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
Fuck the Meth
(Yo, you what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be the mic
With your guns in your left hands, not bustin' it

Ain't no, I in the team, ain't no my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean, machine
Cocky, six foot three with knees
Attract rats for blocks 'cause I got cheese

Yo, dude I carry but I don't flaunt it
When the is thrown in, you know
There's grown men spoke on it, we both want it, the Trackmasters
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 , spot my
Rollin' over shit like B. on mountain dew

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
We not
(Yo, you know I'm sayin', son, sayin')

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