Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Time

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

I'm droppin' beats nice and mellow, meet ya, I say
Jump on the I got the fellas sayin' well a
Damn, yo this boy come shockin' and no, I stop
Until I'm rockin, so

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

I'm on a stag, my booze up on the 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 it tight like dungarees
And this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act

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

'Cause I found ya sound be the other way around
Ya tryin' to be underground but your floatin' on the
no purpose in your verses, drop the mic so you can jerk it
Can it be the MC under canopies
Insanity is me from rappin' independently
Its sending me to offensively

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

I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
Move on, 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' like some fuckin' football coaches
Fallin' asleep because I know your shit is
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 all your hits is faded
I need to be like my main man Dutty B
to your stomach when ya find an ill MC
With the the illest infantry
Drops ya for the century, the illest penalty

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

Original head bob, four star general
I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme identical to none
Ya me, end up like ya grandfather straight chewin' with ya gums

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

Yes, I it's time to quit
Yo you know you a quit
Yes, I its time to quit, yo

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