Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

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

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

imperial heavenly Asiatic decent
On to be another in the present
blessin brought all by his essence
The healer of beyond the heights untold
Worth plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the brothers get ya
Junior players hoping to make it
You might not last they bust that ass
And when ya grasp for the father
You you should da stall
So why at all
I stand tall and reign fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc 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 swing in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic gettin
And theres no more so respect kid

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

Started my man it off
I noticed me why you scheming
the fucked up motive
But uh it let me school ya
On the I the who when and the why
See I am despiser of needs
Of the I rule is the size of a
Seem smaller than smallest just
To niggas planet and soil of
And it's the
Tree that you ever seen turned into
Now ya fiend some man made by machine
Shy damn bring the
the brimstone bricks
But ya naming
Listen to the crunch of your
to the very last word of revelation
Not sweatin or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I bust that like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no more

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

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