Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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

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

2]
My style I kick, "You're too quick"
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas 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 like a
You better and get smart
I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels 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 from blind minds
time they all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky fly like this
get with the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker
You suckers get played like a
And I let you one thang
None of y'all can

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

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

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

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