Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

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

None of can hang
None of 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, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em like
At ease, and even they flip over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks with lyrical ruff
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime I find from blind minds
time they all wanna diss mine
Why? I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, take my
Jihad is on the twelves giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em themselves
Cuts like his, you lack
Records tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
the beat like a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be cats
Turnin em sucker cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, wasn't smart
Yo, ain't it a damn
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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