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...
I'm back busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
niggas swear they...
Thugs, till they mugs of blood,
say J nutty,
Whenever bottom,
I'm on the wilin',
niggas stock pilin',
Squads out the clownin...
On my 7-digit,
Bitch youa get it,
Spitting that...
I'm in the kitchen raps,
the cheddar sittin,
By the and the grabs,
And the in seran,
Where the bakin vision
Where the and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas swear the shit,
Till rottin in a bag.

Mid (royce):
You the beat...
here 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 got you a shot in yo ass
in a box in the trash
Chopped into pieces...
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 quick as I could get
And I'm on the streets,
The track "mop and the bleach",
It's a check if he on it,
on it,
Wreckin the nigga destined to flip on it,
For paper with the dead presidents on 'em,
flow nigga put yo neck and ya wrist on it,
A soldier be fo dough or for dollars,
Yo flow to is, like a Rover to an Impala

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
Killin is something that's probably what's had
On a block the mag,
On the track mad,
Killin staffs,
Whippin bombs up, choppin the 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 youngins the tires off,
hip hop...
Snitches get
Cocaine...get rock, get watched
I spit it 'cause it's in me...
I know Death is Certain so i 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
pump
Snatch
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"