Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikaz Most Wanted

I tried to tell these pussy I ain't the one for the games
.40 cal hit ya face and ya brains out the frame
in my homie Honda, feeling like a big dog
Smoked out to the max, tell me can you see me the fog
I be blowing them trees, I be on that sticky
My style is just sporadic, and my flow is kinda
Wanted by everyone, and bitches included
Injecting realness to the 'cause it's sounding too diluted
You nothing 'til you something, then every bitch gonna want a piece
But money over bitches, how we do it in the east
Now, as we ride
Step to me with some bullshit, it be a homicide
Will I rise or fall, I the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, it ain't no stopping this
I shouldn't have to brag and you I'm the best
Guns open up your flesh a key to a treasure chest
No mercy when we ride, no when I bomb
It's J Lethal's time to shine, and bitch I'm in
And I will not relent, I'm about to kill this beat with a intent
What you saying, what you saying, I will you to a memory
White widow kush, tell 'em pour up the
And witness me take it to another
Niggas live in glass houses yet they still pebbles
I be sticking to my script, time to my lines
a diamond in a mine, you know I gotta shine
The beast is the beast, I'ma let it run
In a Chevy looking like some Hi-C
I'm ill, I'm sick a yeast infection
Any wanna go point 'em in my direction
Got a appetite, that's why I'm eating up the game
swags like clothes, I know I know no shame
Jumping in and out of like I'm on a trampoline
I be on that syrup that make my body lean
Two twin cups, two twin
Two bitches and I'm about to get 'em drunk
You know how I party, I be smoking on that
Any nigga blow my high, he gone be in the trunk
I am fear-l-e-s-s, to put it mildly, I'm not stressed
And I plan to live my life, progress
I'm a true workaholic, I don't need no
And I am the
You can try as you might, no getting rid of me
I a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave a pussy dry
I'm a 'cause I make the money multiply
Am I sane or insane, or so I'm sane
You need to elevate ya 'cause you niggas sounding plain
I'm a Eastside native, and I stay
my bitch to give me head and she left my dick abrasive
Yeah, she clean it all off, have a feeling good
Roll my blunt, count my money like a bitch should
My words get like Langston Hughes
I'm electric on the scene, but I got a fuse
I'ma the roof off like we having a tornado
Any boy stupid, place his brains on the table
The of my life would be money, money, money
So don't call Jay ya got some for me, biatch