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 always talking saying shit
They don't need to be and goes
this Grap Lover

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the minds open
Plus am that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss
Yo I am to represent the most
I heats up ya like a furnace no lie
So why try test or dismiss ya
On brother like Lover
Is to ya friends or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down I so that shit don't go so
Take that ass to the and found
Look for ya there you little clown
I am too paying dues got no times
For playing more credentials to my name
Cause I am to get fame
Ya played out game got you thinking you
But talk is cheap so you get far
Tag ya name on the list the rest of the herbs
on the strength for you
I got no

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

Justice imperial heavenly decent
On to be another in the present
blessin brought all by his essence
The of soul beyond the heights untold
Worth gold plus I rest aside the bold
Where the get ya open
Junior players hoping to make it
You might not they might bust that ass
And when ya grasp for the father
You you should da stall
So why at all
I stand tall and supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't a no mc that's liver
So wish upon a star that's yo up yo part
You all day to pass the mc bar
It's no thing to put the funk in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic wreck
And no more words so respect kid

Check it out I got no more frontin niggas
Tag ya name to the 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 discussing
Of the I rule is the of a muscle
Seem than smallest hidden just
To niggas planet and soil of
And the biggest
Tree that you ever seen turned into
Now ya fiend some man made shit by
Shy bring the sticks
the brimstone bricks
But ya them
Listen to the crunch of your
Flow to the very last word of
Not sweatin armageddon or am I
Quite patient but still I that thick like ill
Smoke trauma son no more words

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

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