Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

Yeah one two InI in the place
From the Vernon-ville section
This out to all the niggas that
Be frontin always saying shit
They don't need to be saying and
Like this 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 high
I heats up ya mind a furnace no lie
So why try or dismiss ya stress
On like 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 there you little clown
I am too paying dues got no times
For playing more credentials to my name
Cause I am to get fame
Ya out game got you thinking you star
But talk is cheap so you get far
Tag ya name on the list the rest of the herbs
on the strength for you
I got no

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

imperial heavenly Asiatic decent
On to be hero in the present
blessin brought all by his essence
The of soul beyond the heights untold
gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the brothers get ya
Junior players stay to make it
You might not last might bust that ass
And that's ya grasp for the father
You you should da stall
So why at all
I tall and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't a no mc that's 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 on the beat so the mic gettin wreck
And theres no more so respect kid

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

Started my man it off
I noticed me why you scheming
With the up motive
But uh it let me school ya
On the I the who when and the why
See I am despiser of discussing
Of the I is the size of a muscle
Seem than smallest hidden just
To niggas and soil of earth
And the biggest
Tree that you ever seen turned into
Now ya some 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 word of revelation
Not sweatin armageddon or am I
Quite patient but I bust that thick like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no words

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

I am out
We got no more for brothers
That be steppin on niggas and
No what am 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