Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my mother life!

[poppa chief of zu
Yo, yo, some zu shit!
Yo, ugh! I you want it, and I wanna give it. ah!

[chorus x2: poppa of zu ninjaz]
I got this proposal i'ma slide the table
Mansions, cars, horses,
Stocks and bonds, cds and
This time around, zu frills!

monk]
Yo, you act like the sun shine
Then I decline and that ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this spittin logic, just at yo' noggen
Mind-bogglin, and damn right the zu will smash
This verbal technique soon be heard on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz sleep
We the laws of gravity and burn thru yo' anatomy
Watch us work this
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get
With verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin in yo' backs
I don't play that, my spoon was bent way back
to say that, but that's the way it is when 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 wives
We can wine, to make this all one mind

x2]

[buddha
Warn this, awareness, I 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 it's wicked ten beasts
It is not the who, it's the old zu
Styles get raw a freakland zoo
Fix this, drillin in the banquet
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 head is what I'm
Save all those jokes and rhymes, no for laughter

x2]

[buddha
I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap 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
never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin
The with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludin
Bit pressure tester, yea, zu collector
Close your like chester's so your body gets light like feathers
Whatever, you think zu niggaz? ! ha, never!
I'm like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya
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 skin we never
like black dust, now think about God bust

*sizzlin

(oh, a rush!)