Luyện nghe bài hát No Chorus

Yeah, you motherfuckers let me go
And this motherfuckin album, Dr. Dooom
Name of this track is called 'I Don't the Motherfuckin Chorus'
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go
Fuck all the

What the was in your mind when you rapped on that track?
Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound
your mic, you motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin' hype
Programmed by the company, makin' somethin'

Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a
Makin' asses out of yourselves, tryin' to rap
Suck my dick when you see me, avoid you wanna be me
Y'all niggaz like slouches puffin' blunts on studio couches
up you fuckin' amateur?

Your engineer'll cue in your cadence
That shit sounds simple, look at this nigga to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like for one buck
Big crews want it, y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin' for the mic

I hope bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's your fanbase, plus your in the place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair, you come off-stage
Ninety percent of the people that came on guest list
Ain't gon' be

A big disappointment when I rub your asshole a verbal ointment
Rappers actin' hard, nervous in the dressin' room with a guard
standin' 'round with they fuckin' face frowned
Lookin' fuckin' Homey the Clown

Put that Spring Water man, you ain't sweatin'
You motherfuckers did a ten minute show and you jettin'
Your fans are mad, performance was garbage bag
Look at these
Walkin' back and forth grabbin' your nuts like the of the Apes

Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it, the real guys at
Who's administrating your when you takin'
That high picture for Right On, with your light on
You know the is kind of special like Lowenbrau
When I escort you to your car, you breakout

Leave the premises and reminisce on your season
After you first started, you try to hard
And you paid no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin' to act in the video in Nevada
You fuckin' pink maggot, I'll take your mic, you have it
You niggaz be runnin' around with ears open like bunny rabbits

That's right, Dr. Dooom, all you motherfuckers around the
in studios with your boys, hypin' your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is
they all yes men

Sittin' around, carryin' your roadie
Bein' your fuckin' cheerleaders, I'ma you straight
Look in the mirror, you wack, that shit don't sound right
Your mixdown ain't right, vocals are too low
Your fuckin' is off, stage show's weak, fuck you