Luyện nghe bài hát America's Most

Yo, welcome, uh, huh
This is MC image

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you it wrong
bomb, hold your 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 great ball of fire
Doc, the lighter, yo, I'm hemming them up
grind them and put them in the vanilla dutch

Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be
Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be
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 turn 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')

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

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

Yo, dude I carry cheese but I flaunt it
When the towel is thrown in, you
grown men that spoke on it, we both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone on it

Barbaric, my truck beyond average
the same size wheels 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, turn 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')

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