Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

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

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

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

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

I hope bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's your fanbase, plus 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 list
Ain't gon' be

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

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

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

Leave the and reminisce on your rookie season
you first started, you try to work hard
And you paid no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin' to act large in the in Nevada
You fuckin' pink maggot, I'll your mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin' around with ears 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
they all yes men

Sittin' around, carryin' your roadie
your fuckin' cheerleaders, I'ma tell you straight
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