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

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

men on a dead man's list
Yo ho ho and a bag of
men till there's 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, it hot like the summer
(Pay)

This, one MC, he couldn't with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass the hill
broken and coughin' and chokin' on the rhyme
Like a hooker, suckin' a 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, lock 'em in a
'em feel the contact, eatin' the mushrooms
Playin' your mind, makin' you feel the force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the
(Hahahahaha)
Tried to get double XL, they fell
Bitches go your troubles to Montel

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

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

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

As I sit back and say, ho
One of these days punk 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)

men let me see who's 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, who's on the list
of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who off
Greed the nigga who at all costs
(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 big balla style, high 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 you fuckin' your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no
To the niggaz who got him treated, royalty
(Fuck them)
Aey yo time's up, you're end up seein' visions
Of everybody, you fucked over, you're sober

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

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

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

was sixteen 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 were men
Now there's no men
Watch them all by
While I of the indo
were sixteen men