Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my mother life!

chief of zu ninjaz]
Yo, yo, some zu shit!
Yo, ugh! I know you 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,
and bonds, cds and t-bills
This around, zu strictly frills!

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

x2]

[buddha
Warn this, awareness, I like a terrorist
Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you this?
Disasterous, it is i, the one lord and
The buddha's weight is with gats and gun silencers
Powerful thoughts increase, as I
The knowledge on my brain, and it's wicked ten beasts
It is not the who, the old brooklyn zu
get raw like a freakland zoo
Fix this, flows drillin in the
inflicts the hoes like bake's existence
I remain to cause pain, words and slang
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 body's cold and ya mind tolerance is low
I like brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the
Damn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels like a war
There's more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin
The haren with tote nose, love at first sight, eludin
Bit tester, yea, zu mind collector
Close your mind like chester's so your body gets like feathers
Whatever, you think zu disappear ! ha, never!
I'm like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya
I'm afraid for ya, we spread the germ gonarhea
Fuck all you mamami's no trace of pupmed water, see us
In God we trust, grafted skin we never touched
Flows black dust, now think about God bust

*sizzlin

(oh, a rush!)