Luyện nghe bài hát No Talent Rappers

1 (Cutty Mack):

I in love with 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 tell once...
Then I'm busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I niggas bloody,
niggas swear they...
Thugs, till they mugs of blood,
say J nutty,
Whenever bottom,
I'm on the wilin',
Flock niggas 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,
Till 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
Mashin the pot wit the glock in the
You boxin you possibly got you a in yo ass
in a box in the trash
Chopped pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking...
Feet from the 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",
It's a check if he on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next destined to flip on it,
For that paper with the presidents on 'em,
flow nigga put yo neck and ya wrist on it,
A soldier be rollin fo 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 what's had
On a block the mag,
On the spitting 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 youngins take the tires off,
hip hop...
Snitches get
Cocaine...get rock, operations get
I it street 'cause 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 slug in em,
Till he n pissin' Remi
nut punk
pump
Snatch
up
Smack
Look at em "And What!"