Luyện nghe bài hát No More Words

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

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my bliss
Yo I am to represent the high
I heats up ya mind like a no lie
So why try or dismiss ya stress
On brother like Grap
Is to ya friends or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down I so that shit don't go so
Take that ass to the and found
for ya style there you little clown
I am too busy 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 is cheap so you won't't get far
Tag ya name on the list with the 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

Justice imperial 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 when ya grasp for the father
You call you da stall
So why at all
I stand tall and supreme fa I va
I bet yo find a no mc that's liver
So wish upon a that's yo rhymes up yo part
You all day to pass the mc bar
It's no thing to put the funk swing in a
I loves on the beat so the mic 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
the fucked up motive
But uh it let me school ya
On the I the who what and the why
See I am of discussing needs
Of the I rule is the of a muscle
Seem smaller smallest hidden just
To niggas planet and of earth
And the biggest
Tree that you ever turned into green
Now ya some man made shit by machine
Shy damn the sticks
Bring the bricks
But ya them
Listen to the crunch of cranium
Flow to the very last of revelation
Not sweatin or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I bust that like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no more

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

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