Luyện nghe bài hát No More

First (Gangsta Blac):

No prisoners in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
And virtually fightin' our shadow it's them in the cut
No more of my time to
No more my face
Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my been erased
They hated, replaced, or make it better someday
'cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' in our face
You had your chance to be real, instead you out your death
No more of heedin' 'cause we can do it ourself
'cause ???, or try to camoflauge me
Like I ain't seein' shit clear, clearly shit gone see "B"
No of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out
My congregation is caught up in real, no doubt
I'm the for them, can't 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
in store?
Me and my onlys make it known it's no
NIGGA!!!!!!

by Blac & Fly]

Second Verse (Gangsta & Playa Fly):

(Gangsta Blac)
No more of me out, no more of this and the other
No of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas
No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for
Instead I'm grillin' you like they gone keep up the laggin'
No more my pride, never again hold it in
I buck it once 'fore I duck, will get stuck to the vent
No more of thinkin' my talents 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, just keep her with the dick
No more of hard-head grindin' that shit the trunk
Too used to gettin' I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt
No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk mud
And big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud
it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski
And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you 'em the D
NIGGA!!!!!!!!!

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