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

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

Ya just sit back and relax for a bit, I'll spit my shit 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 very highest
Yo stay true to my friends and get wise with
I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy it tight like dungarees
And grab this cheese 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 just be the other way around
Ya tryin' to be underground but your on the surface
With no purpose in your verses, drop the mic so you can it
Can it be the MC rockin' under
Insanity is banning me rappin' independently
Its me to penitentiaries offensively

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

I got no for ya'll, we got to keep 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 on fools like cockroaches
I be callin' plays like fuckin' football coaches
Fallin' asleep I know your shit is boring
Cut you so hard, ya up need some neosporin'
Said I'm raining on your because yo my shit is pourin'

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

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

Original cynical 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

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

Yes, I think it's to quit
Yo you you best a quit
Yes, I think its to quit, yo

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 on, move on from here