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 tell once...
Then I'm busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
Weak swear they...
Thugs, till they full 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,
like that...
I'm in the writing raps,
With the sittin,
By the and the grabs,
And the in seran,
Where the bakin vision
the pots and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas swear the shit,
they 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 drop wit the top up wit
Mashin the pot wit the glock in the
You boxin you possibly got you a in yo ass
Dropped in a box in the
into pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking...
Feet from the half 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 untracable "mop and the bleach",
a check if he gets on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next nigga destined to on it,
For that paper with the dead on 'em,
Best flow nigga put yo neck and ya on it,
A be rollin fo dough or for dollars,
Yo to mines 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 with the mag,
On the track mad,
Killin 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,
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 a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you catch this
Put the semi in em,
Till he shit n Remi
nut punk
Bust
Snatch
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"