Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Time

I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
I got to move on, move on here, yeah
I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
I got to move on, move on here

I'm droppin' beats nice and mellow, ya, I say hello
on the microphone I got the fellas sayin' well a
Damn, yo boy come shockin' and no, I don't stop
Until I'm rockin, so

Ya sit back and relax for a bit, I'll spit my shit then I quit
the bizz then I rip it
I'm as can be, the true Dutty B
And all can see we comin', Irie, yea, yea, yea
Irie, yea, yea, yea,

I'm on a stag, my booze up on the highest shelf
Yo stay to my friends and get wise with myself
'Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy it tight like dungarees
And grab this cheese like cheddar, drop the act

And grab these beats they be better I be breakin fools
With molecules and lots a juice the of the nuse I'm lettin it lose yo
you turn purple get out my circle
If you got that shit that be

'Cause I ya sound just be the other way around
Ya tryin' to be underground but floatin' on the surface
With no purpose in your verses, drop the mic so you can it
Can it be the MC under canopies
Insanity is banning me from rappin'
Its me to penitentiaries offensively

'Cause I love music, I chose it don't it
Never it when I bruise it
So be livin' to shoot when you know your gonna miss
Ya say you get more pussy a gynecologist
I know you would be if it wasn't for your fist
Ya asked me how I got dope, I said lots of praca,

I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
Move on, move on from here,
I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to move on, on from here

Well, buenos noches steppin' on fools cockroaches
I be callin' like some fuckin' football coaches
Fallin' asleep because I know your is boring
Cut you so hard, ya straight up need some
Said I'm raining on your because yo my shit is pourin'

Ya eyes get dilated 'cause all your is faded
I need to be like my main man Dutty B
Sick to your stomach ya find an ill MC
With the symphony the infantry
Drops ya down for the century, the penalty

Said I know I'm hard to see I kill myself but my entity
But jump up off a track a cricket make it Jiminey

cynical head bob, four star general
I my with my tentacle, my rhyme style's identical to none
Ya bite me, end up like ya straight chewin' with ya gums

the DJ selector comin hard on the record
With the effort full effect DJ science your neck
When tounges twist syllabls lips that make hits
Never leave unfulfilled like a with one tit
A with one hit, gettin' lose off one sip
We the sunshine MC's so I ya best a quit

Yes, I think time to quit
Yo you know you a quit
Yes, I think its to quit, yo

I got no time for ya'll, we got to movin', yea
Move on, on from here, yeah
I got no for ya'll, we got to keep movin', yea
I got to move on, on from here