Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

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

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

Vocals sound like a nigga 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
niggaz write like slouches puffin' blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin'

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

I your bitch is in the audience
wife too, that's your fanbase, plus your DJ's 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 be there

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

Put that Spring Water down man, you sweatin'
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you
fans are mad, your performance was garbage bag
Look at these
Walkin' back and forth grabbin' your nuts like the Planet of the

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, with your light on
You know the night is kind of special like
When I escort you to your car, you bastards

Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie
After you first started, you try to work
And you never no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga, to act large in the video in Nevada
You fuckin' maggot, I'll take your mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin' around ears open like fuckin' bunny rabbits

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

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