Luyện nghe bài hát No More

First (Gangsta Blac):

No prisoners in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
And fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut
No more of my to waste
No more my face
Ain't but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased
They hated, replaced, or make it better someday
'cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to cars in our face
You had your to be real, instead you mappin' out your death
No more of heedin' nobody 'cause we can do it
'cause ???, or try to camoflauge me
I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see "B"
No of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out
My is caught up in bein' real, no doubt
I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not
Even sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now
To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no
in store?
Me and my onlys make it known no more
NIGGA!!!!!!

[talking by & Fly]

Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Fly):

(Gangsta Blac)
No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the
No more of smiles, to cut by you suckas
No more of smokin' your weed, no of jonesin' for that
Instead I'm grillin' you villains like they gone up the laggin'
No more my pride, never again hold it in
I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get to the vent
No more of thinkin' my gone be insured for a mil
'cause if it was, my 'cause, up and do it foreal
No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather me a bitch
'cause she ain't shit from the start, keep her slick with the dick
No of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk
Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep 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 me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski
And we takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D
NIGGA!!!!!!!!!

(Playa Fly)
Flizy just can't no more
Overboard I'm to go
Funk and drank and dank you under the like I did before
Seven, nine of
Playa Fly gone straight
With you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait
Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' over broken
Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae to hit the charts
How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we
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 really annoyin' me
As much as I'm this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit
My already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith
So hit the horn, keep man
Blac & in demand
No Flizy can stand
So smashin' power a windows man
NIGGA!!!!!!!