Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my mother life!

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

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

monk]
Yo, you act the sun don't shine
Then I decline and make ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo'
Mind-bogglin, and right the zu will smash somethin
verbal technique will soon be heard on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz don't
We defy the of gravity and burn thru yo' anatomy
Watch us work *echos*
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God get down
With verbal smacks, bustin gats, nines in yo' backs
I don't play that, my silver spoon was way back
Hate to say that, but that's the way it is when you
Not prejudice, but far away from six
And I won't give if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, swine, twist the eighty-five wives
We can wine, to make station all one mind

x2]

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

x2]

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

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(oh, a rush!)