Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes keep the wise minds open
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind
Yo I am to represent the high
I up ya mind like a furnace no lie
So why try test or dismiss ya
On brother like Grap
Is to impress ya or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that shit go so
Take that ass to the lost and
Look for ya there you little clown
I am too busy dues got no times
For playing games more to my name
Cause I am about to get
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 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 heavenly Asiatic
On to be another hero in the
Father blessin all by his essence
The healer of beyond the heights untold
gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the get ya open
Junior players hoping to make it
You might not last they bust that ass
And that's when ya grasp for the
You call you should da
So why at all
I stand and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc liver
So wish upon a star yo rhymes up yo part
You all day to pass the mc bar
no thing to put the funk swing in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic wreck
And theres no words so respect kid

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

my man played it off
I never me why you scheming
With the fucked up
But uh check it let me ya
On the I the who what and the why
See I am of discussing needs
Of the I is the size of a muscle
Seem smaller than smallest just
To planet and soil of earth
And the biggest
Tree that you seen turned into green
Now ya some man made shit by machine
Shy damn bring the
Bring the brimstone
But ya naming
Listen to the crunch of your
to the very last word of revelation
Not sweatin armageddon or am I
Quite but still I bust that thick like ill
Smoke trauma son no more words

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

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