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 me clap something,
I tell once...
I'm back busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
Weak niggas 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,
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 they 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 in the stash
You boxin you got you a shot in yo ass
in a box in the trash
Chopped pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking...
Feet from the opposite of you reekin,
with they badges, keepin my stock up fo cheap,
Charges get quick 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 destined to on it,
For that paper with the dead 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, like a to an Impala

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
Killin niggas is something probably what's had
On a with the mag,
On the spitting mad,
Killin staffs,
Whippin bombs up, choppin the car in half,
I'm a nigga,
If I carry nigga,
a nigga,
a nigga,
Shakin he,
in a,
Ambulance wit the off,
the benz whippin off,
Let my little youngins 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 a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you this shizzy
Put the semi in em,
he shit n pissin' Remi
I'mma nut
Bust
trunk
up
Smack
Look at em "And What!"