Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Time

I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to on, move on from here, yeah
I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to move on, on from here

I'm droppin' nice and mellow, meet ya, I say hello
Jump on the microphone I got the fellas well a
Damn, yo this boy come and no, I don't stop
I'm done rockin, so

Ya just sit back and for a bit, I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the then I rip it
I'm high as can be, the Dutty B
And all can see we comin', Irie, yea, yea, yea
Irie, yea, yea, yea,

I'm on a stag, my up on the very highest shelf
Yo stay to my friends and get wise with myself
'Cause I'm impaired the spare and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight dungarees
And grab this like cheddar, drop the fake act

And grab these they be better cause I be breakin fools
With and lots a juice the neck of the nuse I'm lettin it lose yo
When you turn purple get out my
If you got that that be commercial

'Cause I found ya sound just be the other way
Ya tryin' to be underground but floatin' on the surface
With no purpose in your verses, the mic so you can jerk it
Can it be the MC rockin' under
Insanity is banning me from rappin'
Its sending me to penitentiaries

'Cause I music, I chose it don't abuse it
Never lose it when I it
So don't be livin' to shoot when you your gonna miss
Ya say you get more pussy than a
I know you would be lonely if it wasn't for your
Ya asked me how I got dope, I said lots of praca,

I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
on, move on from here, yeah
I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to on, move on from here

Well, buenos noches steppin' on like cockroaches
I be callin' plays like some fuckin' football
asleep because I know your shit is boring
Cut you so hard, ya straight up need some
Said I'm raining on your head because yo my shit is

Ya eyes get dilated 'cause all hits is faded
I need to be sedated like my main man B
Sick to your when ya find an ill MC
With the symphony the infantry
Drops ya down for the century, the illest

Said I know I'm hard to see I kill myself but my entity
But jump up off a track a cricket make it Jiminey

Original head bob, four star general
I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme style's identical to
Ya bite me, end up like ya grandfather straight chewin' ya gums

It's the DJ selector comin hard on the
With the effort effect DJ science break your neck
When tounges twist syllabls trip lips that make
Never leave like a hooker with one tit
A group with one hit, lose off one sip
We the MC's so I think ya best a quit

Yes, I think time to quit
Yo you you best a quit
Yes, I think its to quit, yo

I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
Move on, move on from here,
I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
I got to on, move on from here