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 make me something,
I niggas once...
Then I'm busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
Weak niggas 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,
the bakin soda vision
Where the and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas they the shit,
they 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 glock in the
You boxin you got you a shot in yo ass
Dropped in a box in the
Chopped pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking...
Feet from the opposite 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 track "mop and the bleach",
It's a if he gets on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next nigga to flip on it,
For that paper the dead presidents on 'em,
Best nigga 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,
Killin niggas is something that's what's had
On a with the mag,
On the track 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 spit it street it's in me...
I know Death is Certain so i merk a nigga fo he me,
act silly,
Till you this shizzy
Put the semi in em,
Till he n pissin' Remi
I'mma nut
Bust
trunk
up
Smack
Look at em "And What!"