Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikaz Most Wanted

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