Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds
Plus am hoping that ya get in the of my mind bliss
Yo I am to the most high
I heats up ya mind like a no lie
So why try test or dismiss ya
On brother Grap Lover
Is to ya friends or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that don't go so
Take that ass to the and found
Look for ya style there you clown
I am too busy paying 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 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 niggas
Tag ya name to the of the herbs

imperial heavenly Asiatic 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 bold
Where the brothers get ya
Junior players stay to make it
You not last they might bust that ass
And that's when ya for the father
You call you da stall
So why at all
I tall and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo find a no mc that's liver
So wish upon a star yo rhymes up yo part
You all day to pass the mc bar
It's no thing to put the funk swing in a
I loves on the beat so the mic gettin
And theres no more words so kid

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

my man played it off
I noticed me why you scheming
With the fucked up
But uh check it let me ya
On the I the who when and the why
See I am despiser of discussing
Of the I rule is the size of a
smaller than smallest hidden just
To niggas planet and of earth
And the biggest
Tree you ever seen turned into green
Now ya fiend some man made by machine
Shy bring the sticks
the brimstone bricks
But ya naming
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the last word of revelation
Not sweatin or am I lettin
patient but still I bust that thick like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no words

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

I am out
We got no words for brothers
That be 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 check it out
One two no more no more words