Luyện nghe bài hát No More

First (Gangsta Blac):

No kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
And virtually fightin' our thinkin' it's them in the cut
No more of my to waste
No more pre-judgin' my
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 scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face
You had your chance to be real, you mappin' out your death
No more of heedin' 'cause we can do it ourself
it's ???, or try to camoflauge me
Like I ain't seein' shit clear, clearly shit gone see "B"
No more of fakin' when soldiers turnin' it out
My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no
I'm the provider for them, be around and not down
Even sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now
To go and get it for us, and we got it no more
in store?
Me and my onlys make it known it's no
NIGGA!!!!!!

[talking by & Fly]

Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Fly):

(Gangsta Blac)
No of stressin' 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 villains like gone keep up the laggin'
No more attackin' my pride, again hold it in
I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the
No more of thinkin' my gone be insured for a mil
if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal
No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a
she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick
No of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk
Too to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt
No more of layin' in the road, for you to over mud
And big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud
Keep it away me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski
And we ain't 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 table like I did
Seven, of ninety-eight
Playa Fly gone hit'cha
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
all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia 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
First the A and and one
Who's the one be some?
Not the suckas stink, but get'cha when all their body numb
Can't compact the that you start producin' orally
I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really annoyin' me
As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the B.S. you spit
My already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith
So hit the horn, goin' man
Blac & in demand
No Flizy can stand
So smashin' power a windows man
NIGGA!!!!!!!