Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I rhymes that keep the wise minds open
Plus am that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss
Yo I am to represent the high
I heats up ya mind like a no lie
So why try test or ya stress
On brother Grap Lover
Is to impress ya friends or my man Rob O
But the God is down I so that shit don't go so
that ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style there you little
I am too paying dues got no times
For playing games credentials to my name
Cause I am about to get
Ya played out game got you you star
But talk is cheap so you get far
Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the
Cause on the for you
I got no

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

Justice imperial heavenly decent
On to be another in the present
Father blessin all by his essence
The healer of soul the heights untold
Worth gold plus I aside the Vernon-ville bold
the brothers get ya open
Junior stay hoping to make it
You might not they might bust that ass
And that's when ya grasp for the
You call you da stall
So why at all
I stand tall and reign fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc that's
So wish 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 wreck
And theres no words so respect kid

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

Started my man it off
I noticed me why you scheming
the fucked up motive
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 rule is the size of a
Seem smaller than smallest just
To niggas planet and soil of
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 your
Flow to the very last word of
Not sweatin or am I lettin
patient but still I bust that thick like ill
Smoke chill son no more words

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

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