Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind
Yo I am to the most high
I heats up ya mind like a no lie
So why try or dismiss ya stress
On brother Grap Lover
Is to ya friends or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so shit don't go so
Take ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style there you clown
I am too busy dues got no times
For playing games 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 rest of the
on the strength for you
I got no

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

Justice imperial Asiatic decent
On to be another hero in the
Father blessin brought all by his
The healer of soul beyond the untold
Worth plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the brothers get ya
Junior stay hoping to make it
You not last they might bust that ass
And that's when ya grasp for the
You call you 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 yo rhymes 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 beat so the mic gettin
And theres no more so respect kid

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

my man played it off
I never me why you scheming
the fucked 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 size of a
Seem smaller than smallest hidden
To niggas and soil of earth
And the biggest
Tree that you ever seen turned green
Now ya some man made shit by machine
Shy bring the sticks
the brimstone bricks
But ya them
Listen to the crunch of your
Flow to the very last of revelation
Not armageddon or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I that thick like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no words

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

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