Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the minds open
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind
Yo I am to the most high
I up ya mind like a furnace no lie
So why try or dismiss ya stress
On brother like Grap
Is to impress ya or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that don't go so
that ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style you little clown
I am too paying dues got no times
For playing 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 words frontin niggas
Tag ya name to the rest of the

Justice imperial heavenly decent
On to be another hero in the
Father blessin all by his essence
The healer of beyond the heights untold
Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville
Where the get ya open
Junior players hoping to make it
You might not they might bust that ass
And that's when ya for the father
You call you da stall
So why at all
I stand tall and supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc that's
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 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 me why you scheming
the fucked up motive
But uh check it let me ya
On the I the who what and the why
See I am despiser of discussing
Of the I is the size of a muscle
Seem smaller smallest hidden just
To niggas and soil of earth
And it's the
Tree that you ever seen turned into
Now ya fiend man made shit by machine
Shy bring the sticks
the brimstone bricks
But ya naming
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the very last word of
Not sweatin or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I bust thick 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 in the house
As we do it like check it out
One two no more no more words