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

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We like to present to you
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Sixteen men on a dead man's
Yo ho ho and a bag of
men till there's no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

So many emcees claim supremacy
On got hip hop locked, it could never be
One who is solo, runnin' the game
That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed
But I'm takin' on all comers, bombers
Reducin' numbers, makin' it hot the summer
(Pay)

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

I take sixteen MC's, lock 'em in a
'em feel the contact, eatin' the mushrooms
Playin' with your mind, makin' you the force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the
(Hahahahaha)
to get double XL, they still fell
Bitches go your troubles to Montel

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

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

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

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

Sixteen men let me see next?
Yo ho ho and a bag of
Sixteen men till no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

Twelve punks to go, next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my to fix
was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all
(That in way)
up to gain it all, but shared none
(Ohh)
Who made him all the 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 a minute now
(Wait a now)

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

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

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

You get bucked like C and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and it
You go down Jerry, and get smacked
Trick Leo, now here's your fuckin' eulogy o

That was sixteen men now there's no one
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 no men left
them all by slow
While I of the indo
There were men