Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

Yeah, you motherfuckers let me go
And finish this album, Dr. Dooom
Name of this track is called 'I Don't Want the Motherfuckin
Whatever all the arrangements are we go through
all the laws

What the fuck was in your mind when you on that track?
Who possessed you to do Who programmed that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic, you motherfuckers rap under a of fuckin' hype
by the company, makin' somethin' cheap

Vocals sound like a nigga with no and a promo
Makin' asses out of yourselves, to rap solo
my dick when you see me, avoid because you wanna be me
Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin' blunts on studio
What's up you amateur?

Your engineer'll cue in bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple, look at this nigga to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one
Big don't want it, y'all get it worse
one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin' for the mic first?

I your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's your fanbase, plus your in the place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair, when you come
Ninety of the people that came on your guest list
Ain't gon' be

A big disappointment when I rub your with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin' hard, nervous in the dressin' room with a security
Groupies standin' 'round with fuckin' face frowned
like fuckin' Homey the Clown

Put that Spring Water down man, you ain't
You did a ten minute weak show and you jettin'
Your fans are mad, your performance was bag
at these videotapes
Walkin' back and forth grabbin' nuts like the Planet of the Apes

Supervise it, it, y'all don't realize it, where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget when you
That high picture for Right On, your ballroom light on
You know the night is of special like Lowenbrau
When I escort you to your car, you breakout

Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie
you first started, you try to work hard
And you never no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You nigga, tryin' to act large in the video in Nevada
You fuckin' pink maggot, I'll take your mic, you have it
You niggaz be runnin' around with ears open like fuckin' rabbits

That's right, Dr. Dooom, all you around the world
Sittin' in studios with your boys, hypin' shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna you that your shit is wack
Because all yes men

Sittin' around, carryin' your cases
your fuckin' cheerleaders, I'ma tell you straight
Look in the fuckin' mirror, you wack, that don't sound right
Your mixdown ain't right, vocals are too low
Your fuckin' is off, stage show's weak, fuck you