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
in my homie Honda, feeling like a big dog
Smoked out to the max, me can you see me through the fog
I be them trees, I be smoking on that sticky
My is just sporadic, and my flow is kinda tricky
Wanted by everyone, cops and included
realness to the game 'cause it's sounding too diluted
You ain't nothing 'til you something, then every gonna want a piece
But money over bitches, how we do it in the east
Now, as we ride
Step to me with bullshit, it will be a homicide
Will I rise or fall, I the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it 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 chest
No mercy when we ride, no when I bomb
It's J Lethal's time to shine, and I'm going in
And I not relent, I'm about to kill this beat with a murderous intent
What you saying, what you saying, I will you to a memory
White widow kush, 'em pour up the Hennessy
And witness me take it to level
Niggas in glass houses yet they still throwing pebbles
I be sticking to my script, time to 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 infection
Any rapper go point 'em in my direction
Got a fierce appetite, that's why I'm eating up the
Switching like clothes, I know I know no shame
in and out of bitches like I'm on a trampoline
I be sipping on that syrup that my body lean
Two cups, two twin blunts
Two twin bitches and I'm about to get 'em
You know how I party, I be smoking on that
Any blow my high, he gone be riding 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, ain't no rid of me
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave a dry
I'm a mathematician 'cause I make the multiply
Am I sane or insane, or so insane I'm
You need to elevate ya style you niggas sounding plain
I'm a Eastside native, and I stay
Told my to give me head and she left my dick abrasive
Yeah, she clean it all off, have a nigga feeling
Roll my blunt, count my money like a bitch should
My words get like Langston Hughes
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, his brains on the table
The story of my life be money, money, money
So call Jay unless ya got some for me, biatch