Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

Yeah, you motherfuckers let me go
And finish this motherfuckin album, Dr.
Name of this track is called 'I Don't Want the Chorus'
all the arrangements are we gon' go through
Fuck all the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's right, Dr. Dooom, all you motherfuckers the world
Sittin' in studios with your boys, your shit up
Motherfuckers wanna tell you that your shit is wack
Because all yes men

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