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

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We would like to 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 fuckin' emcees claim supremacy
On whose got hip hop locked, it could be
One who is solo, runnin' the game
That's bullshit, like never sniffed Cocaine
But I'm on all comers, droppin' bombers
numbers, makin' it hot like the summer
(Pay)

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

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

Sixteen men now there's thirteen
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 controllin' the airwaves
(Ohh)
Got it on, you know it all, but God save
(Hhh)
Your ass for clashin' with the soul
(Hey, hey)
That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe
(Hhh)

Ass whoop all over the place, you hide behind
The physical, better run to the
Ass critical, or you can get it
the lyrical, bitch made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, in your face
The fuckin' cynical shit
(The in your brain)

As I sit and say, tally 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 about to
(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 to go, who's next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who off
Greed overcame the who at all costs
(That in way)
Changed up to gain it all, but 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, me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but a minute now
(Wait a now)

Welcome to the 360
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, gonna end up seein' visions
Of everybody, you fucked over, scared sober

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

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

You get bucked like C Tucker and Will
Let me step, over the hump, and it
You go down Jerry, and get smacked
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 were men
Now no men left
them all by slow
While I of the indo
There sixteen men