Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Men Till There's No Men Left

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Sixteen men on a man's list
Yo ho ho and a bag of
Sixteen men till no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

So many fuckin' claim supremacy
On whose got hip hop locked, it could be
One who is solo, the whole game
That's bullshit, like cops sniffed Cocaine
But I'm takin' on all comers, bombers
Reducin' numbers, makin' it hot the summer
(Pay)

This, one MC, he couldn't deal the skill
Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the hill
Beaten and coughin' and chokin' on the rhyme
Like a hooker, a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow no flow to follow
(Follow)
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and him swallow
(Fuck them)

I sixteen MC's, lock 'em in a room
Make 'em feel the contact, eatin' the
with your mind, makin' you feel the force
Had to out, two punk niggaz up in the source
(Hahahahaha)
Tried to get XL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your to Montel

Sixteen men now there's left
Yo ho ho and a bag of
men now there's thirteen left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

I'm trippin' on the controllin' the airwaves
(Ohh)
Got it on, you know it all, but God save
(Hhh)
Your ass for clashin' the soul assassin'
(Hey, hey)
That's like Mike fuckin' Poppa Joe Jackson
(Hhh)

Ass whoop all over the place, you can't hide
The physical, run to the spiritual
Ass critical, or you can get it
the lyrical, bitch made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in face
The fuckin' shit brains
(The fuck in brain)

As I sit back and say, ho
One of days your punk ass gonna go
(Bye bye)
you had a key to figure the fuckin' flow
(Hahaha)
But you're locked out, and the bombs to blow
(Bey)

Sixteen men let me see who's
Yo ho ho and a bag of
Sixteen men there's no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

Twelve punks to go, who's next on the
Matter of I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the who fell off
overcame the nigga who at all costs
(That in way)
Changed up to gain it all, but none
(Ohh)
Who him all the money to overcome?

up on the hill, in the lab
He was rollin' big balla style, profile
(Big balla)
Oh child, make me act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a now
(Wait a now)

to the 360 degrees
Pay a fee when you fuckin' your over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no
To the niggaz who got him treated, like
(Fuck them)
Aey yo time's up, gonna end up seein' visions
Of everybody, you over, you're scared sober

Sixteen men till there's no one
Yo ho ho them gotta go
Sixteen men there's no one left
Yo ho ho them niggaz go

Fuck the hater with the symbol and no
And that bitch nigga who stole my car
Trick Deez, no love, she gets nuts
Like ass Miller, and that fuckin' ex
Can't forget the who was down with the hilla
And punk who tried to dip into the squealer

You get bucked like C Tucker and Will
Let me step, the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get
Like Trick Leo, now here's fuckin' eulogy o

was sixteen men now there's no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of
men now there's no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

There sixteen men
Now there's no men
Watch all by slow
While I of the indo
There sixteen men