Luyện nghe bài hát No Frills

[buddha
Get off my fuckin life!

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

[chorus x2: poppa chief of zu
I got this proposal i'ma across the table
Mansions, cars, horses,
Stocks and bonds, cds and
time around, zu strictly frills!

[buddha
Yo, you act like the sun shine
Then I and make that ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this logic, just aimin at yo' noggen
Mind-bogglin, and damn right the zu smash somethin
This verbal technique will soon be on every street
Just watch yo' and watch sure you niggaz don't sleep
We defy the laws of and burn thru yo' anatomy
Watch us this *echos*
Three-hundred and pounds, this God will get down
With verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo'
I don't play that, my spoon was bent way back
Hate to say that, but that's the way it is when you
Not prejudice, but far away from six
And I won't give even if my gets bit
reclined, never 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 this?
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 wicked like ten
It is not the who, it's the old zu
get raw like a freakland zoo
Fix this, flows in the banquet
Buddha inflicts the hoes 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 those jokes and rhymes, no time for

x2]

[buddha
I warnin 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 thrown out the window
Damn, degrees below zero and it feels like 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
your mind like chester's so your body gets light like feathers
Whatever, you think zu niggaz? ! ha, never!
I'm like a cold mind with head lice, yo, in ya sector
I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the germ
Fuck all you mamami's with no trace of water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted skin we touched
Flows black dust, now think about God bust

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(oh, a rush!)