Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC image

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

Yo, yo, I give a rat's ass
I've come to eat grub and ass
And show my whole 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 claat like, "Aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, let's 'La
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many has Heather Hunter's
How many different to come to

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

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

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

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

I'll bring it to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, your nose
At the show, be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed

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

that, the brothers 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 what I'm sayin', son, sayin')

Believe that, the 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')

I'm looking at you like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be the mic
With your 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, rapid-fire
Cocky, six foot three knock knees
hood rats for blocks 'cause I got cheese

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

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

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