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

{Ladies and
We would to present to you
A group that is
Just marvelous, just
and Gentlemen
Cypress

Sixteen men on a dead man's
Yo ho ho and a bag of
Sixteen men there's no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

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

This, one MC, he deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass the hill
Beaten broken and coughin' and chokin' on the
a hooker, suckin' a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to
(Follow)
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him
(Fuck them)

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

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

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

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

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

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

punks to go, who's next on the list
Matter of I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all
(That in way)
Changed up to gain it all, but shared
(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, me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, in my face, but wait a minute now
(Wait a now)

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

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

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

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

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

There sixteen men
Now no men left
Watch them all by
While I of the indo
There were men