Luyện nghe bài hát No Talent Rappers

1 (Cutty Mack):

I fell in love hip hop...
I rap cousin,
when he gave 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 beat bloody,
niggas swear they...
Thugs, they mugs full of blood,
say J nutty,
Whenever bottom,
I'm on the wilin',
Flock stock pilin',
out the drop clownin...
On my 7-digit,
Bitch never get it,
like that...
I'm in the kitchen raps,
the cheddar sittin,
By the and the grabs,
And the in seran,
Where the bakin soda
the pots and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas they 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 wit the top up wit cash
Mashin the pot wit the in the stash
You boxin you possibly got you a in yo ass
Dropped in a box in the
into pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking...
Feet from the opposite of you reekin,
with they badges, keepin my stock up fo cheap,
Charges get dropped quick as I get knocked
And I'm on the streets,
The untracable "mop and the bleach",
a check if he gets on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next destined to flip on it,
For that with the dead presidents on 'em,
Best flow nigga put yo neck and ya on it,
A be rollin fo dough or for dollars,
Yo flow to mines is, a Rover to an Impala

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
Killin niggas is something that's probably had
On a block the mag,
On the spitting mad,
Killin staffs,
Whippin bombs up, the whole car in half,
I'm a nigga,
If I can't nigga,
a nigga,
a nigga,
Shakin he,
in a,
Ambulance wit the off,
With the whippin off,
Let my little take the tires off,
hip hop...
Snitches get
Cocaine...get rock, operations get
I it street 'cause it's in me...
I Death is Certain so i merk a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you catch this
Put the semi in em,
Till he n pissin' Remi
I'mma nut
pump
Snatch
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"