Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Time

I got no time for ya'll, we got to 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
I'm done rockin, so

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

And grab these they be better cause I be breakin fools
With 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 found ya just be the other way around
Ya tryin' to be underground but floatin' on the surface
With no purpose in verses, drop the mic so you can jerk it
Can it be the MC rockin' canopies
Insanity is banning me rappin' independently
Its me to penitentiaries offensively

'Cause I love music, I chose it don't it
Never lose it when I it
So don't be livin' to shoot when you know 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 lots of praca,

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 move on, on from here

Well, buenos noches on fools like cockroaches
I be callin' plays like some fuckin' football
Fallin' asleep 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 get dilated 'cause all your hits is faded
I need to be sedated my main man Dutty B
to your stomach when ya find an ill MC
With the the illest infantry
Drops ya down for the century, the illest

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

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

It's the DJ selector hard on the record
the effort full effect DJ science break your neck
When tounges twist syllabls trip 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 best a

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

I got no time for ya'll, we got to 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, on from here