Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my fuckin life!

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

[chorus x2: poppa chief of zu
I got this proposal i'ma slide across the
Mansions, cars, horses,
and bonds, cds and t-bills
This time around, zu frills!

monk]
Yo, you act the sun don't shine
Then I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and
Watch spittin logic, just aimin at yo' noggen
Mind-bogglin, and damn right the zu will somethin
This technique will soon be heard on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz don't
We defy the laws of gravity and burn yo' anatomy
Watch us this *echos*
Three-hundred and pounds, this God will get down
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 far away from six
And I won't give if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, never swine, the eighty-five wives
We can wine, to this station all one mind

x2]

[buddha
Warn this, awareness, I come a terrorist
the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this?
Disasterous, it is i, the one lord and
The buddha's weight is 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, it's the old zu
Styles get raw like a zoo
Fix this, flows in the banquet
inflicts 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
down my path, ya head is what I'm after
Save all jokes and rhymes, no time for laughter

x2]

[buddha
I this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent
Ya body's cold and ya mind tolerance is low
I like brooklyn zu done sole, nigga thrown out the window
Damn, thrity-two below zero and it feels like a cold war
There's never more gun totin, ha, tree smokin
The haren with tote nose, with at first 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 mind head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector
I'm for ya, we spread like the germ gonarhea
Fuck all you mamami's with no trace of water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted we never touched
Flows like black dust, now think God bust

*sizzlin

(oh, a rush!)