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 and take ya brains out the frame
Riding in my homie Honda, like 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 sticky
My style is just sporadic, and my flow is tricky
Wanted by everyone, cops and bitches
Injecting realness to the game it's sounding too diluted
You ain't nothing 'til you something, then bitch gonna want a piece
But it's money bitches, how we do it in the east
Now, follow as we
Step to me with some bullshit, it be a homicide
Will I rise or fall, I think the is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it no stopping this
I shouldn't have to and tell you I'm the best
Guns up your flesh like a key to a treasure chest
No mercy 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 kill this beat with a murderous
What you saying, you saying, I will turn you to a memory
widow kush, tell 'em pour up the Hennessy
And me take it to another 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 Chevy looking like some Hi-C
I'm ill, I'm like a yeast infection
Any rapper wanna go point 'em in my
Got a fierce appetite, that's why I'm eating up the
Switching like clothes, I know I know no shame
Jumping in and out of bitches I'm on a trampoline
I be sipping on that syrup make my body lean
Two cups, two twin blunts
Two bitches and I'm about to get 'em drunk
You know how I party, I be smoking on skunk
Any nigga 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 to live my life, proceed 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 mathematician I make the money multiply
Am I or insane, or so insane I'm sane
You need to ya style 'cause you niggas sounding plain
I'm a Eastside native, and I innovative
Told my bitch to give me head and she left my abrasive
Yeah, she clean it all off, have a nigga feeling
my blunt, count my money like 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 a tornado
Any boy stupid, place his brains on the table
The of my life would be money, money, money
So call Jay unless ya got some for me, biatch