Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's
I know you can tear the mic - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and this
of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I hum to a slow drum
Don't I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin
Tired of them turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of can hang

None of y'all can
None of can hang [repeated]

2]
My style I kick, "You're too quick"
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em fleas
At ease, and even overseas they over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You better and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find blind minds
time they all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
Come get with the lyrical that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you know one
None of y'all can

None of y'all can
None of y'all can hang

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for ringers
And humdingers, bum cut from Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em themselves
Cuts like his, you that
Records were tossed, and he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the beat like a
it's a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are ripped
For tryin to get the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, it a damn shame?
None of can hang

of y'all can hang
None of y'all can [repeated]

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