Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my mother life!

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

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

monk]
Yo, you act like the sun shine
I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo'
Mind-bogglin, and damn right the zu will somethin
This technique will soon be heard on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch you niggaz don't sleep
We defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo'
us work this *echos*
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God get down
With verbal smacks, gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs
I don't play that, my silver spoon was bent way
to say that, but that's the way it is when you black
Not prejudice, but far away from six
And I won't even if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, never swine, twist the wives
We can wine, to make this station all one

x2]

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

x2]

[buddha
I warnin this to mind delinquents, rap flows I speak frequent
Ya body's cold and ya mind tolerance is low
I like brooklyn zu sole, first nigga thrown out the window
Damn, thrity-two below zero and it feels like a cold war
never more 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 light like
Whatever, you think zu disappear ! ha, never!
I'm like a cold with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector
I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the gonarhea
Fuck all you mamami's with no of pupmed water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted we never touched
Flows like black dust, now think about God

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(oh, a rush!)