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 gon' go
Fuck all the

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

Vocals sound a nigga with no dough and a promo
asses out of yourselves, tryin' to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me, because you wanna be me
Y'all write like slouches puffin' blunts on studio couches
up you fuckin' amateur?

Your cue in your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple, look at this rhymin' to hisself
Wack as fuck, like shit for one buck
Big crews want it, y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin' for the mic

I your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's fanbase, plus your DJ's in the place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair, when you off-stage
Ninety percent of the that came on your guest list
Ain't be there

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

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

Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it, the real guys at
Who's your budget when you takin'
That high for Right On, with your ballroom light on
You the night is kind of special like Lowenbrau
When I escort you to your car, you bastards

the premises and reminisce on your rookie season
After you first started, you try to hard
And you never paid no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika
You nigga, tryin' to act large in the video in Nevada
You fuckin' pink maggot, I'll take your mic, you can't it
You niggaz be runnin' around with ears open like fuckin' bunny

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

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