Luyện nghe bài hát Amerikaz Most Wanted

I tried to tell these niggas I ain't the one for the games
.40 cal hit ya and take 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 blowing them trees, I be smoking on that
My style is sporadic, and my flow is kinda tricky
Wanted by everyone, and bitches included
Injecting realness to the game 'cause sounding too diluted
You ain't nothing 'til you something, then every bitch gonna a piece
But money over bitches, how we do it in the east
Now, as we ride
Step to me with some bullshit, it be a homicide
I rise or fall, I think the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it ain't no this
I shouldn't have to and tell you I'm the best
Guns open up your flesh like a key to a treasure
No when we ride, no mercy when I bomb
It's J Lethal's time to shine, and bitch I'm in
And I will not relent, I'm about to this beat with a murderous intent
What you saying, you saying, I will turn you to a memory
White widow kush, 'em pour up the Hennessy
And witness me it to another level
Niggas live in glass houses yet still throwing pebbles
I be to my script, time to memorize my lines
Like a diamond in a mine, you know I shine
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 go point 'em in my direction
Got a fierce appetite, that's why I'm 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 on that syrup that make my body lean
Two twin cups, two twin
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 live my life, progress
I'm a workaholic, I don't need no rest
And I am the
You can try as you might, ain't no rid of me
I suck a pussy, a pussy, leave a pussy dry
I'm a mathematician I make the money multiply
Am I sane or insane, or so I'm sane
You need to elevate ya style 'cause you niggas plain
I'm a native, and I stay innovative
Told my bitch to give me head and she left my 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 Hughes
I'm electric on the scene, but I got a short
I'ma the roof off like we having a tornado
Any boy looking stupid, place his on the table
The story of my would be money, money, money
So don't call Jay ya got some for me, biatch