Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

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

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

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

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

I hope your bitch is in the
Your wife too, your 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 people that came on your guest
gon' be there

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

Put that Water down man, you ain't sweatin'
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak and you jettin'
fans are mad, your performance was garbage bag
Look at these
Walkin' 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 administrating your budget you takin'
high picture for Right On, with your ballroom light on
You the night is kind of special like Lowenbrau
When I escort you to car, you breakout bastards

Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie
After you first started, you try to work
And you never paid no dues like 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 the world
Sittin' in studios with boys, hypin' your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that shit is wack
they all yes men

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