Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise open
Plus am hoping ya get in the gist of my mind bliss
Yo I am to represent the most
I heats up ya mind a furnace no lie
So why try test or ya stress
On brother like Grap
Is to impress ya friends or my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that don't go so
Take that ass to the lost and
Look for ya style there you clown
I am too paying dues got no times
For games more credentials to my name
I am about to get fame
Ya out game got you thinking you star
But talk is so you won't't get far
Tag ya on the list with the rest of the herbs
Cause on the for you
I got no

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

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

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

Started my man it off
I never noticed me why you
With the up motive
But uh it let me school ya
On the I the who when and the why
See I am of discussing needs
Of the I rule is the of a muscle
Seem than smallest hidden just
To planet and soil of earth
And the biggest
Tree that you ever turned into green
Now ya fiend some man made by machine
Shy damn the sticks
Bring the bricks
But ya naming
to the crunch of your cranium
Flow to the last word of revelation
Not sweatin armageddon or am I
patient but still I bust that thick like ill
Smoke trauma son no more words

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

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