Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I rhymes that keep the wise minds open
am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss
Yo I am to represent the most
I up ya mind like a furnace no lie
So why try or dismiss ya stress
On brother like Grap
Is to impress ya friends or my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that don't go so
Take ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style there you little
I am too busy dues got no times
For playing games credentials to my name
Cause I am about to get
Ya played out 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
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 decent
On to be another in the present
blessin brought all by his essence
The healer of soul the heights untold
Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville
Where the brothers get ya
Junior players stay to make it
You might not last might bust that ass
And that's when ya for the father
You call you should da
So why at all
I tall and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc liver
So upon a star that's yo rhymes up yo part
You study all day to the mc bar
It's no to put the funk swing in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic gettin
And theres no more so respect kid

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

my man played it off
I never noticed me why you
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 needs
Of the I rule is the of a muscle
Seem smaller than smallest just
To niggas planet and of earth
And it's the
Tree that you ever turned into green
Now ya some man made shit by machine
Shy damn the sticks
Bring the bricks
But ya naming
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the very last word of
Not armageddon or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I bust that thick ill
Smoke trauma chill son no more

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

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