Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

Yeah yeah one two InI in the
From the Vernon-ville yeah
goes out to all the niggas that
Be always talking 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 that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss
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 ya friends or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that shit go so
that ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style there you clown
I am too busy dues got no times
For games more 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 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

imperial heavenly Asiatic decent
On to be another in the present
blessin brought all by his essence
The healer of soul beyond the untold
Worth gold plus I rest aside the bold
Where the brothers get ya
Junior players hoping to make it
You might not they might bust that ass
And when ya grasp 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 wish upon a star yo rhymes up yo part
You study all day to the mc bar
no thing to put the funk swing in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic gettin
And theres no words so respect kid

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

Started my man it off
I never noticed me why you
With the up motive
But uh it let me school 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 than hidden just
To niggas planet and of earth
And it's the
Tree that you ever seen turned green
Now ya fiend some man shit by machine
Shy damn bring the
Bring the brimstone
But ya them
Listen to the crunch of your
Flow to the very last of revelation
Not sweatin or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I that thick like ill
Smoke trauma son no more words

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

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