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 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' nice and mellow, meet ya, I say hello
Jump on the 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 back and for a bit, I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the then 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 highest shelf
Yo true to my friends and get wise with myself
'Cause I'm impaired the spare and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and it easy keep it tight like dungarees
And grab this cheese like cheddar, drop the 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 purple get out my circle
If you got that shit that be

'Cause I found ya sound be the other way around
Ya tryin' to be underground but floatin' on the surface
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 chose it don't it
Never lose it I bruise it
So don't be livin' to shoot you know your gonna miss
Ya say you get more 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, on from here, yeah
I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to move on, on from here

Well, buenos noches steppin' on like 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 your head because yo my shit is

Ya eyes get dilated 'cause all your is faded
I need to be sedated like my main man B
Sick to your stomach when ya 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 myself but my entity
But jump up off a track like a cricket make it

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

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

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