Luyện nghe bài hát No Talent Rappers

1 (Cutty Mack):

I in love with hip hop...
I rap cousin,
That's when he me a brick,
me rap something,
something,
Act something,
something,
something,
Gat something,
stuntin,
Don't me clap something,
I tell once...
Then I'm busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I niggas bloody,
Weak swear they...
Thugs, till they mugs of blood,
say J nutty,
Whenever bottom,
I'm on the wilin',
Flock niggas pilin',
Squads out the clownin...
On my 7-digit,
Bitch never get it,
Spitting that...
I'm in the kitchen raps,
With the sittin,
By the and the grabs,
And the in seran,
the bakin soda vision
Where the and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas swear the shit,
Till rottin in a bag.

Mid (royce):
You the beat...
niggas with Juan..
Mack... Me... 5'9''...
The is mines...
out!

2 (Royce):

I'm in the drop wit the top up wit
the pot wit the glock in the stash
You boxin you got you a shot in yo ass
Dropped in a box in the
into pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking...
Feet the opposite half of you reekin,
Cops with they badges, keepin my up fo cheap,
Charges get dropped as I could get knocked
And I'm on the streets,
The untracable "mop and the bleach",
It's a check if he on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next nigga to flip on it,
For that paper the dead presidents on 'em,
Best flow nigga put yo neck and ya on it,
A soldier be rollin fo or for dollars,
Yo to mines is, like a Rover to an Impala

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
Killin niggas is something that's what's had
On a block the mag,
On the spitting mad,
whole staffs,
Whippin up, choppin the whole car in half,
I'm a nigga,
If I carry nigga,
a nigga,
a nigga,
Shakin he,
in a,
Ambulance wit the off,
With the benz off,
Let my little take the tires off,
hip hop...
Snitches get
Cocaine...get rock, get watched
I it street 'cause it's in me...
I know is Certain so i merk a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you this shizzy
Put the semi in em,
Till he shit n pissin'
I'mma nut
Bust
Snatch
up
Smack
Look at em "And What!"