Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

Yeah one two InI in the place
From the Vernon-ville section
goes out to all the niggas that
Be frontin always saying shit
They need to be saying and goes
Like this Grap

Dig it I bust rhymes that the wise minds open
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my bliss
Yo I am to the most high
I up ya mind like a furnace no lie
So why try test or dismiss ya
On brother Grap Lover
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 busy dues got no times
For playing games credentials to my name
I am about to get fame
Ya played out got you thinking you star
But talk is so you won't't get far
Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the
Cause on the for you
I got no

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

Justice heavenly Asiatic decent
On to be hero in the present
Father brought all by his essence
The healer of soul beyond the untold
Worth gold plus I aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the get ya open
Junior players hoping to make it
You might not last might bust that ass
And that's when ya grasp for the
You you should 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 in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic wreck
And theres no more so respect kid

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

my man played it off
I never noticed me why you
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 needs
Of the I rule is the of a muscle
Seem than smallest hidden just
To niggas planet and soil of
And it's the
Tree that you ever seen turned green
Now ya fiend man made shit by machine
Shy damn bring the
the brimstone bricks
But ya naming
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the very last word of
Not sweatin armageddon or am I
Quite but still I bust that thick like ill
trauma chill son no more words

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

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