Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikaz Most Wanted

I tried to tell pussy niggas I ain't the one for the games
.40 cal hit ya face and take ya 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 them trees, I be on that sticky
My style is sporadic, and my flow is kinda tricky
Wanted by everyone, cops and bitches
realness to the game 'cause it's sounding too diluted
You ain't nothing 'til you something, then every bitch want a piece
But it's money bitches, how we do it in the east
Now, as we ride
Step to me with some bullshit, it will be a
Will I or fall, I think the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it no stopping this
I shouldn't have to brag and you I'm the best
Guns open up your like a key to a treasure chest
No mercy when we ride, no mercy when I
It's J Lethal's time to shine, and I'm going in
And I will not relent, I'm about to kill this with a murderous intent
What you saying, what you saying, I will turn you to a
White widow kush, 'em pour up the Hennessy
And witness me take it to level
Niggas live in glass yet they still throwing pebbles
I be sticking to my script, time to memorize my
Like a diamond in a mine, you I gotta shine
The beast is the beast, I'ma let it run
In a Tropicana Chevy looking like some
I'm ill, I'm sick like a infection
Any wanna go point 'em in my direction
Got a fierce appetite, that's why I'm eating up the
Switching swags clothes, I know I know no shame
Jumping in and out of bitches like I'm on a
I be sipping on syrup that make my body lean
Two cups, two twin blunts
Two bitches and I'm about to get 'em drunk
You how I party, I be smoking on that skunk
Any nigga blow my high, he 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 workaholic, I don't need 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 'cause I make the money
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
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 a real bitch should
My words get poetic like Langston
I'm electric on the scene, but I got a short
I'ma tear the roof off like we having a
Any boy looking stupid, place his on the table
The story of my life would be money, money,
So call Jay unless ya got some for me, biatch