Luyện nghe bài hát No Talent Rappers

1 (Cutty Mack):

I in love with hip hop...
I rap cousin,
That's he gave me a brick,
me rap something,
something,
Act something,
something,
something,
Gat something,
stuntin,
Don't me clap something,
I niggas once...
Then I'm busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
Weak swear they...
Thugs, till they mugs 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,
With the sittin,
By the and the grabs,
And the in seran,
Where the soda vision
Where the and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas swear the shit,
Till they 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 possibly got you a 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 get knocked
And I'm on the streets,
The track "mop and the bleach",
It's a check if he on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next destined to flip on it,
For paper with the dead presidents on 'em,
Best flow nigga put yo and ya wrist 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 track mad,
whole staffs,
Whippin up, choppin 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,
the benz whippin off,
Let my youngins take the tires off,
hip hop...
Snitches get
Cocaine...get rock, get watched
I spit it street 'cause in me...
I know Death is so i merk a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you this shizzy
Put the slug in em,
Till he shit n Remi
nut punk
Bust
Snatch
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"