Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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