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

and Gentlemen
We would to present to you
A that is simply
Just marvelous, just
and Gentlemen
Cypress

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

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

This, one MC, he couldn't with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass the hill
Beaten 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 him swallow
(Fuck them)

I sixteen MC's, lock 'em in a room
Make 'em the contact, eatin' the mushrooms
Playin' your mind, makin' you feel the force
Had to cancel out, two niggaz up in the source
(Hahahahaha)
Tried to get 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 thirteen left
Yo ho ho and a bag of

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

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

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

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

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

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

to the 360 degrees
Pay a fee when you 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, gonna end up seein' visions
Of everybody, you fucked over, scared sober

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

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

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

That was 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

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