Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

1]
Hype! You pipe down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike,
Say I'm like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to 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 flow to of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I takin shorts
of them 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

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

2]
My I kick, "You're flowin too quick"
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, I'm sweater than peas? I flick em like fleas
At ease, and overseas 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 tricks
kicks, put em at the end like 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 like bicycles, I pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like
And dimes, nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds
This they all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
Come get the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

3]
Check, you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from 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, makin em hate
Cuts his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the like a hostage
Think a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be cats
em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are ripped
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, wasn't smart
Yo, it a damn shame?
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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