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 it, and I wanna give it. ah!

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

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

x2]

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

x2]

[buddha
I this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent
Ya cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is low
I brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window
Damn, thrity-two below zero and it feels like a cold war
There's never gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin
The haren with tote nose, with at first sight, eludin
Bit pressure tester, yea, zu collector
Close your mind like chester's so your body light like feathers
Whatever, you think zu niggaz? ! ha, never!
I'm like a mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector
I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the gonarhea
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 think about God

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(oh, a rush!)