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 from

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 for a bit, I'll spit my shit then 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 highest shelf
Yo stay true to my friends and get wise with
'Cause I'm impaired with the and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and flow it keep it tight like dungarees
And this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act

And grab these beats they be better cause I be fools
With and lots a juice the neck of the nuse I'm lettin it lose yo
When you turn purple get out my
If you got that that be commercial

'Cause I found ya sound just be the 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 under canopies
Insanity is me from rappin' independently
Its sending me to offensively

'Cause I love music, I it don't abuse it
Never lose it I bruise it
So be livin' to shoot when you know your gonna miss
Ya say you get pussy than a gynecologist
I know you would be lonely if it wasn't for fist
Ya asked me how I got dope, I lots 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 move on, move on from

Well, buenos steppin' on fools like cockroaches
I be callin' plays like some fuckin' coaches
Fallin' asleep because I know your shit is
Cut you so hard, ya straight up some neosporin'
Said I'm raining on your head because yo my is pourin'

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

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

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

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

Yes, I think time to quit
Yo you you best a quit
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 time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
I got to move on, on from here