Luyện nghe bài hát No Talent Rappers

1 (Cutty Mack):

I fell in 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 niggas once...
I'm back busting,
dumping,
nothin,
me the bag youngin,
I beat bloody,
niggas swear they...
Thugs, till mugs full of blood,
say J nutty,
Whenever bottom,
I'm on the wilin',
Flock 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 soda vision
the pots 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 wit the top up wit cash
Mashin the pot wit the in the stash
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...
from the opposite half of you reekin,
Cops they 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",
a check if he gets on it,
on it,
Wreckin the next nigga destined to on it,
For that paper with the presidents on 'em,
Best flow put yo neck and ya wrist on it,
A be rollin fo dough or for dollars,
Yo flow to mines is, like a Rover to an

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
Killin niggas is something that's what's had
On a with the mag,
On the spitting mad,
whole staffs,
Whippin bombs up, 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 youngins take the 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 a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you catch this
Put the semi in em,
Till he n pissin' Remi
nut punk
Bust
trunk
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"