Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikaz Most Wanted

I to tell these pussy niggas I ain't the one for the games
.40 cal hit ya face and ya brains out the frame
Riding in my Honda, feeling like a big dog
out to the max, tell me can you see me through the fog
I be blowing trees, I be smoking on that sticky
My style is just sporadic, and my flow is kinda
Wanted by everyone, cops and bitches
Injecting realness to the game 'cause sounding 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, follow as we
to me with some bullshit, it will be a homicide
Will I rise or fall, I the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it ain't no stopping
I shouldn't have to and tell you I'm the best
Guns open up your flesh like a key to a chest
No mercy when we ride, no mercy I bomb
J Lethal's time to shine, and bitch I'm going in
And I will not relent, I'm about to kill this beat with a intent
What you saying, what you saying, I will turn you to a
White widow kush, tell 'em pour up the
And witness me take it to level
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 is the beast, I'ma let it run free
In a Tropicana looking like some Hi-C
I'm ill, I'm sick a yeast infection
Any rapper wanna go point 'em in my
Got a appetite, that's why I'm eating up the game
Switching like clothes, I know I know no shame
Jumping in and out of like I'm on a trampoline
I be sipping on that syrup that make my body
Two twin cups, two blunts
Two twin bitches and I'm to get 'em drunk
You know how I party, I be smoking on skunk
Any blow my high, he gone be riding in the trunk
I am fear-l-e-s-s, to put it mildly, I'm not stressed
And I plan to my life, proceed 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 suck a pussy, a pussy, leave a pussy dry
I'm a mathematician 'cause I the money multiply
Am I or insane, or so insane I'm sane
You need to elevate ya 'cause you niggas sounding plain
I'm a Eastside native, and I innovative
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 real bitch
My words get poetic like Langston
I'm electric on the scene, but I got a fuse
I'ma the roof off like we having a tornado
Any boy looking stupid, place his brains on the
The story of my would be money, money, money
So don't Jay unless ya got some for me, biatch