Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

Yeah one two InI in the place
From the Vernon-ville section
This goes out to all the niggas
Be frontin always talking saying
They don't need to be and goes
Like this Lover

Dig it I rhymes that keep the wise minds open
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind
Yo I am to the most high
I heats up ya mind a furnace no lie
So why try test or ya stress
On brother like Lover
Is to impress ya or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down I so that shit don't go so
that ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style there you little
I am too busy paying dues got no
For playing games more credentials to my
Cause I am about to get
Ya played out got you thinking you star
But is cheap so you won't't get far
Tag ya on the list with the rest of the herbs
on the strength for you
I got no

Check it out I got no more words frontin
Tag ya name to the rest of the

Justice imperial heavenly decent
On to be another in the present
Father blessin all by his essence
The healer of soul beyond the untold
Worth plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the get ya open
players stay hoping to make it
You might not last they might that ass
And that's when ya for the father
You call you da stall
So why at all
I tall and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't a no mc that's liver
So wish upon a star that's yo rhymes up yo
You study all day to the mc bar
It's no thing to put the swing in a effect
I on the beat so the mic gettin wreck
And theres no words so respect kid

Check it out I got no words frontin niggas
Tag ya to the rest of the herbs

Started my man it off
I noticed me why you scheming
With the up motive
But uh it let me school ya
On the I the who what and the why
See I am despiser of needs
Of the I is the size of a muscle
Seem smaller smallest hidden just
To niggas planet and soil of
And the biggest
Tree you ever seen turned into green
Now ya fiend some man shit by machine
Shy damn bring the
the brimstone bricks
But ya naming
to the crunch of your cranium
Flow to the last word of revelation
Not armageddon or am I lettin
patient but still I bust that thick like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no words

Check it out I got no more frontin niggas
Tag ya name to the of the herbs

I am out
We got no words for brothers
That be steppin on niggas and
No am saying straight up InI 95, 96
Word to mother brother records
My man ran bangers in the
As we do it like check it out
One two no more words no more