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 time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
I got to move on, on from here

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

Ya just sit and relax for a bit, I'll spit my shit then I quit
the bizz then I rip it
I'm as can be, the true 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
'Cause I'm impaired with the and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy it tight like dungarees
And grab this like cheddar, drop the fake act

And grab these beats they be better I be breakin 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 shit that be

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

'Cause I love music, I chose it don't it
lose it when I bruise it
So don't be livin' to shoot when you know your gonna
Ya say you get pussy than a gynecologist
I know you be lonely if it wasn't for your fist
Ya me how I got dope, I said lots of praca, pracatice

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

Well, buenos noches steppin' on fools cockroaches
I be callin' like some fuckin' football coaches
asleep because I know your shit is boring
Cut you so hard, ya straight up need neosporin'
Said I'm raining on 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 your stomach when ya an ill MC
the symphony 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 cynical head bob, four general
I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme style's identical to
Ya bite me, end up like ya grandfather straight chewin' with ya

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

Yes, I think it's time to
Yo you know you best a
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 for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to move on, move on from