Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my fuckin life!

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

x2: poppa chief of zu ninjaz]
I got this i'ma slide 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 make ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo'
Mind-bogglin, and damn the zu will smash somethin
verbal technique 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'
Watch us work this
Three-hundred and pounds, this God will get down
With verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin in yo' backs
I don't that, my silver spoon was bent way back
Hate to say that, but that's the way it is when you
Not prejudice, but stay far from six
And I won't give even if my balls bit
Stay reclined, swine, twist the eighty-five wives
We can wine, to make this station all one

x2]

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

x2]

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

*sizzlin

(oh, a rush!)