Luyện nghe bài hát No Talent Rappers

1 (Cutty Mack):

I fell in 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 make me something,
I tell once...
Then I'm busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
Weak swear they...
Thugs, they mugs full of blood,
say J nutty,
Whenever bottom,
I'm on the wilin',
Flock stock pilin',
Squads out the clownin...
On my 7-digit,
Bitch youa get it,
like that...
I'm in the writing raps,
the cheddar 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,
they rottin in a bag.

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

2 (Royce):

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

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
niggas is something that's probably what's had
On a block the mag,
On the track mad,
whole 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, get watched
I spit it street 'cause in me...
I know Death is Certain so i merk a nigga fo he me,
act silly,
Till you catch shizzy
Put the semi in em,
he shit n pissin' Remi
I'mma nut
Bust
trunk
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"