Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

Yeah yeah one two InI in the
the Vernon-ville section yeah
This out to all the niggas that
Be always talking saying shit
They need to be saying and goes
Like this Lover

Dig it I rhymes that keep the wise minds open
Plus am hoping 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 impress ya or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down I so that shit don't go so
Take ass to the lost and found
for ya style there you little clown
I am too busy paying dues got no
For playing more credentials to my name
I am about to get fame
Ya played out game got you thinking you
But is cheap so you won't't get far
Tag ya name on the list with the of the herbs
Cause on the for you
I got no

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

Justice heavenly Asiatic decent
On to be hero 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 stay hoping to make it
You might not 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 won't find a no mc liver
So wish upon a that's yo rhymes 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 so the mic gettin wreck
And no more words so respect kid

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

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 of discussing needs
Of the I rule is the of a muscle
smaller than smallest hidden just
To niggas planet and soil of
And it's the
that you ever seen turned into green
Now ya fiend some man made shit by
Shy damn the sticks
the brimstone bricks
But ya them
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the very word of revelation
Not armageddon or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I bust thick like ill
Smoke chill son no more words

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

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