Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my mother life!

[poppa of zu ninjaz]
Yo, yo, some zu shit!
Yo, ugh! I know you want it, and I wanna it. ah!

[chorus x2: poppa of zu ninjaz]
I got this proposal slide across the table
Mansions, cars, horses,
and bonds, cds and t-bills
This around, zu strictly frills!

[buddha
Yo, you act the sun don't shine
Then I decline and make that ass dumb, and blind
Watch spittin logic, just aimin at yo' noggen
Mind-bogglin, and right the zu will smash somethin
This verbal technique will be heard on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you don't sleep
We defy the laws of gravity and burn yo' anatomy
Watch us work this
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get
With verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo'
I play that, my silver spoon was bent way back
Hate to say that, but that's the way it is you black
Not prejudice, but stay far away six
And I won't give if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, never swine, twist the eighty-five
We can wine, to this station all one mind

x2]

[buddha
this, awareness, I come like a terrorist
Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle
Disasterous, it is i, the one lord and
The buddha's is made with gats and gun silencers
thoughts increase, as I release
The knowledge on my brain, and wicked like ten beasts
It is not the who, the old brooklyn zu
get raw like a freakland zoo
Fix this, flows drillin in the
Buddha inflicts the hoes like existence
I to cause pain, dirty words and slang
Yo, you fuck the zu chain, ya headed for a headbang
Walk down my path, ya is what I'm after
Save all those jokes and rhymes, no for laughter

x2]

[buddha
I warnin this to delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent
Ya body's cold niggaz and ya tolerance is low
I brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window
Damn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it like a cold war
There's more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin
The with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludin
Bit pressure tester, yea, zu collector
your mind like chester's so your body gets light like feathers
Whatever, you think zu niggaz? ! ha, never!
I'm a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector
I'm for ya, we spread like the germ gonarhea
Fuck all you mamami's with no of pupmed water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted we never touched
like black dust, now think about God bust

*sizzlin

(oh, a rush!)