Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Time

I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to 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

I'm droppin' beats and mellow, meet ya, I say hello
on the microphone 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 and relax 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 booze up on the highest shelf
Yo stay true to my friends and get wise myself
I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs
So be and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees
And grab cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act

And grab these they be better cause I be breakin fools
molecules 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 shit that be commercial

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

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

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

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

Ya eyes get dilated all your hits is faded
I to be sedated like my main man Dutty B
Sick to stomach 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 but leave my entity
But jump up off a like a cricket make it Jiminey

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

It's the DJ selector comin hard on the
the effort full effect DJ science break your neck
When tounges twist syllabls lips that make hits
leave unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit
A group with one hit, gettin' 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 here, yeah
I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to move on, move on here