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

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

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

So many fuckin' claim 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
numbers, makin' 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 and coughin' and chokin' on the rhyme
Like a hooker, a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no to follow
(Follow)
a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swallow
(Fuck them)

I take sixteen MC's, 'em in a room
'em feel the contact, eatin' the mushrooms
Playin' with mind, makin' you feel 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 there's thirteen
Yo ho ho and a bag of
men now there's thirteen left
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 soul
(Hey, hey)
That's Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson
(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 your punk ass gonna go
(Bye bye)
Guess you had a key to figure the flow
(Hahaha)
But you're locked out, and the bombs 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
There was one particular fool in the who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all
(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 rollin' big balla style, 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' your people the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no
To the who got him treated, like royalty
(Fuck them)
Aey yo time's up, you're end up seein' visions
Of everybody, you fucked over, you're sober

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

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

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

That was sixteen men now 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 lied of the
There sixteen men