Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

Yeah, you oughta let me go
And finish motherfuckin album, Dr. Dooom
Name of this track is called 'I Want the Motherfuckin Chorus'
Whatever all the arrangements are we go through
all the laws

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

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

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

I hope your bitch is in the
wife too, that's your fanbase, plus your DJ's in the place
I'm to boo you, let it be fair, when you come off-stage
Ninety percent of the people that came on your guest
gon' be there

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

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

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

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

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

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