Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

Yeah, you oughta let me go
And finish this motherfuckin album, Dr.
Name of this track is called 'I Don't the Motherfuckin 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 possessed you to do that? Who programmed shit sound wack
Unplug your mic, you motherfuckers rap under a bunch of hype
by the company, makin' somethin' cheap

Vocals sound like a 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 amateur?

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

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

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

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

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

Leave the and reminisce on your 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 in the video in Nevada
You fuckin' pink maggot, I'll take mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin' around with ears open like fuckin' rabbits

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

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