Luyện nghe bài hát No More

First (Gangsta Blac):

No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and up
And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's in the cut
No more of my time to
No more pre-judgin' my
Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been
They hated, maybe replaced, or make it someday
'cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our
You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your
No of heedin' nobody 'cause we can do it ourself
it's ???, or try to camoflauge me
Like I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause shit gone see "B"
No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers it out
My congregation is caught up in real, no doubt
I'm the provider for them, be around and not down
when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now
To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no
What's in
Me and my onlys make it it's no more
NIGGA!!!!!!

[talking by Blac &

Second (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly):

(Gangsta Blac)
No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the
No of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas
No more of your weed, no more of jonesin' for that
I'm grillin' you villains like they gone keep up the laggin'
No more attackin' my pride, never again it in
I it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent
No more of thinkin' my talents gone be for a mil
'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it
No more of with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch
'cause she shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick
No more of hard-head grindin' shit round the trunk
Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm keep this shit blunt
No more of layin' in the road, for you to over mud
And disrespectin' big Chug, and you lazy in mud
Keep it away from me please, no suckas E-ski
And we takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D
NIGGA!!!!!!!!!

(Playa Fly)
Flizy just take no more
I'm bout to go
Funk and drank and you under the table like I did before
Seven, of ninety-eight
Playa Fly gone straight
With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't wait
Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' broken hearts
Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae to hit the charts
How you gonna stop us now? all this, Funkytown we bound
S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Flizy down
the A and four and one
Who's the one be some?
Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all body numb
compact the garbage that you start producin' orally
I roll my windows tightly 'fore it start annoyin' me
As as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit
My windows already rolled, so you know this overwith
So hit the horn, keep man
Blac & Flizy in
No more can stand
So smashin' power a windows man
NIGGA!!!!!!!