Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds
Plus am hoping that ya get in the of my mind bliss
Yo I am to the most high
I heats up ya mind a furnace no lie
So why try or dismiss ya stress
On like Grap Lover
Is to impress ya or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that shit go so
Take that ass to the lost and
for ya style there you little clown
I am too busy paying dues got no
For games more credentials to my name
I am about to get fame
Ya played out game got you you star
But talk is cheap so you get far
Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the
Cause on the for you
I got no

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

Justice imperial heavenly Asiatic
On to be hero in the present
blessin brought all by his essence
The healer of soul the heights untold
gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the brothers get ya
Junior players stay to make it
You might not last they might that ass
And that's when ya grasp for the
You you should da stall
So why at all
I stand and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc liver
So wish a star that's yo rhymes up yo part
You study all day to the mc bar
no thing to put the funk swing in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic wreck
And theres no more words so kid

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

Started my man it off
I never noticed me why you
With the up motive
But uh check it let me ya
On the I the who when and the why
See I am of discussing needs
Of the I rule is the size of a
Seem smaller smallest hidden just
To planet and soil of earth
And the biggest
Tree that you seen turned into green
Now ya fiend some man made shit by
Shy damn the sticks
Bring the bricks
But ya them
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the last word of revelation
Not sweatin or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I that thick like ill
trauma chill son no more words

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

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