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 take ya brains out the
in my homie Honda, feeling like a big dog
Smoked out to the max, tell me can you see me 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
Injecting realness to the game 'cause sounding too diluted
You ain't 'til you something, then every 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 bullshit, it will be a homicide
Will I rise or fall, I think the is obvious
Stronger a locomotive, bitch it ain't no stopping this
I shouldn't have to brag and tell you I'm the
Guns open up your flesh like a key to a chest
No mercy when we ride, no mercy when I
It's J Lethal's time to shine, and bitch I'm in
And I not relent, I'm about to kill this beat with a murderous intent
you saying, what you saying, I will turn you to a memory
White kush, tell 'em pour up the Hennessy
And witness me take it to another
Niggas live in glass houses yet they still pebbles
I be to my script, time to memorize my lines
a diamond in a mine, you know I gotta shine
The beast is the beast, I'ma let it run
In a Tropicana Chevy like some Hi-C
I'm ill, I'm sick a yeast infection
Any rapper wanna go '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
Jumping in and out of like I'm on a trampoline
I be sipping on that syrup that my body lean
Two twin cups, two twin
Two twin and I'm about to get 'em drunk
You know how I party, I be smoking on that
Any nigga blow my high, he be riding in the trunk
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 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 I make the money multiply
Am I or insane, or so insane I'm sane
You to elevate ya style 'cause you niggas sounding plain
I'm a Eastside native, and I stay
Told my bitch to me head and she left my dick abrasive
Yeah, she clean it all off, a nigga feeling good
Roll my blunt, count my money like a bitch should
My words get poetic Langston Hughes
I'm on the scene, but I got a short fuse
I'ma tear the roof off like we having a
Any boy looking stupid, his brains on the table
The story of my life would be money, money,
So don't Jay unless ya got some for me, biatch