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

{Ladies and
We like to present to you
A that is simply
Just marvelous, marvelous
and Gentlemen
Cypress

Sixteen men on a man's list
Yo ho ho and a bag of
Sixteen men till no one left
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 whole
That's bullshit, like never sniffed Cocaine
But I'm on all comers, droppin' bombers
Reducin' numbers, makin' it hot the summer
(Pay)

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

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

Sixteen men now there's thirteen
Yo ho ho and a bag of
Sixteen men now there's left
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' the soul assassin'
(Hey, hey)
That's like Mike 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 are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your
The fuckin' cynical brains
(The fuck in brain)

As I sit and say, tally ho
One of these days your ass gonna go
(Bye bye)
Guess you had a key to figure the flow
(Hahaha)
But locked 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

punks to go, who's next on the list
Matter of I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the who fell off
Greed overcame the who at all costs
(That in way)
Changed up to gain it all, but shared
(Ohh)
Who made him all the money to

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)

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, gonna end up seein' visions
Of everybody, you fucked over, you're scared

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

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

You get bucked like C Tucker and Will
Let me step, the hump, and represent it
You go down Jerry, and get smacked
Like Trick Leo, now 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

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