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...
I'm back 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',
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 soda
the pots and the pans,
in a slab,
Niggas they 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 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 half of you reekin,
with they 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",
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 nigga put yo neck and ya wrist on it,
A soldier be rollin fo or for dollars,
Yo flow to mines is, like a Rover to an

3 (Juan):

In a in a lab,
Killin niggas is that's probably what's had
On a with the mag,
On the spitting mad,
Killin 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 benz off,
Let my little youngins take the off,
hip hop...
Snitches get
Cocaine...get rock, operations get
I spit it street 'cause in me...
I know is Certain so i merk a nigga fo he merk me,
act silly,
Till you this shizzy
Put the slug in em,
Till he n pissin' Remi
nut punk
Bust
trunk
up
Smack
at em like "And What!"