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
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 smoking on sticky
My style is sporadic, and my flow is kinda tricky
Wanted by everyone, cops and included
Injecting realness to the game 'cause it's too diluted
You ain't nothing 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 will be a
Will I rise or fall, I the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it no stopping this
I shouldn't have to brag and tell you I'm the
Guns open up your flesh a key to a treasure chest
No when we ride, no mercy when 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 a murderous intent
What you saying, what you saying, I will you to a memory
White kush, tell 'em pour up the Hennessy
And witness me it to another level
Niggas live in houses yet they still throwing pebbles
I be sticking to my script, time to memorize my
Like a diamond in a mine, you know I gotta
The is the beast, I'ma let it run free
In a Tropicana Chevy looking some Hi-C
I'm ill, I'm like a yeast infection
Any rapper wanna go 'em in my direction
Got a appetite, that's why I'm eating up the game
Switching swags like clothes, I know I no shame
in and out of bitches like I'm on a trampoline
I be sipping on that syrup that make my body
Two twin cups, two twin
Two twin and I'm about to get 'em drunk
You how I party, I be smoking on that skunk
Any nigga blow my high, he gone be riding in the
I am fear-l-e-s-s, to put it mildly, I'm blessed not
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, ain't no rid of me
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave a dry
I'm a 'cause I make the money multiply
Am I sane or insane, or so insane I'm
You to elevate ya style 'cause you niggas sounding plain
I'm a native, and I stay innovative
Told my bitch to give me and she left my dick abrasive
Yeah, she clean it all off, have a nigga good
Roll my blunt, count my like a real bitch should
My get poetic like Langston Hughes
I'm on the scene, but I got a short fuse
I'ma the roof off like we having a tornado
Any boy stupid, place his brains on the table
The story of my would be money, money, money
So don't call Jay ya got some for me, biatch