Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You pipe down, or a fight's found
I know you can the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
your dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers I'm new to this
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like gum bums that think I can't 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 hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard
But I one thang
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My I kick, "You're flowin too quick"
That's I hear from the vicks
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 these
Scall, I break em a fall, my lead stops 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 better maxwell and get
Cause I'ma flow and em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime I find from blind minds
This time they all wanna 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 diss a pro because of my flow
You suckers get played like a
And I let you know one
None of can hang

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

3]
Check, you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's
Slice, nice, he sliced ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to
Puttin on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he the fader like a black cat
the beat like a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' are ripped apart
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, that smart
Yo, it a damn shame?
None of y'all can

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

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