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 move on, move on 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 and no, I don't stop
Until I'm rockin, so

Ya just sit back and relax for a bit, spit my shit then I quit
Like the bizz 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 very highest
Yo true to my friends and get wise with myself
'Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like
And grab this cheese like cheddar, drop the act

And grab these beats they be cause I be breakin fools
With molecules and lots a 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 just be the other way
Ya tryin' to be underground but your floatin' on the
With no purpose in your verses, the mic so you can jerk it
Can it be the MC rockin' canopies
Insanity is banning me from independently
Its me to penitentiaries offensively

'Cause I love music, I it don't abuse it
Never it when I bruise it
So be livin' to shoot when you know your gonna miss
Ya say you get more pussy a gynecologist
I know you would be 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 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 fools like
I be callin' plays like some fuckin' coaches
Fallin' because I know your shit is boring
Cut you so hard, ya straight up need neosporin'
Said I'm on your head because yo my shit is pourin'

Ya eyes get dilated all your hits is faded
I need to be sedated like my man Dutty B
Sick to your stomach when ya an ill MC
With the symphony the illest
ya down for the century, the illest penalty

Said I know I'm to see I kill myself 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 straight chewin' with ya gums

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

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