Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my mother life!

[poppa chief of zu
Yo, yo, this zu shit!
Yo, ugh! I you want it, and I wanna give 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 time around, zu frills!

monk]
Yo, you act the sun don't shine
Then I and make that ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this spittin logic, 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 niggaz don't
We defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo'
Watch us this *echos*
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get
verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs
I don't play that, my spoon was bent way back
Hate to say that, but the way it is when you black
Not prejudice, but stay far from six
And I won't even if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, swine, twist the eighty-five wives
We can wine, to make this all one mind

x2]

[buddha
this, awareness, I come like a terrorist
Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle
Disasterous, it is i, the one and master
The buddha's weight is made with 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
get raw like a freakland zoo
Fix this, flows drillin in the
Buddha inflicts the hoes bake's existence
I remain to cause pain, dirty words and
Yo, you fuck with the zu chain, ya headed for a
Walk down my path, ya head is what I'm
Save all those jokes and rhymes, no time for

x2]

[buddha
I this to mind 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, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels a cold war
There's never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree
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 cold mind head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector
I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the gonarhea
Fuck all you mamami's with no trace of water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted skin we touched
Flows like black dust, now think about God

*sizzlin

(oh, a rush!)