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 want it, and I wanna 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
time around, zu strictly frills!

[buddha
Yo, you act like the sun shine
Then I decline and make that ass dumb, and blind
Watch this spittin logic, just at yo' noggen
Mind-bogglin, and damn right the zu smash somethin
This verbal technique will soon be on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz sleep
We defy the laws of and burn thru yo' anatomy
us work this *echos*
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get
With smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines 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 if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, swine, twist the eighty-five wives
We can wine, to make this all one mind

x2]

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

x2]

[buddha
I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I frequent
Ya body's cold and ya mind tolerance is low
I brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window
Damn, thrity-two degrees below and it feels like a cold war
There's never more gun totin, ha, backyard 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 light like feathers
Whatever, you zu disappear niggaz? ! 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 no trace of pupmed water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted we never touched
Flows like black dust, now think God bust

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(oh, a rush!)