Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You pipe down, or a fight's found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, and kiss this
Butt of mine, you but a blind muthafucka
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your get the point like Mr. Spock
sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been to this, give me somethin to chew to this
bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, sports
Give me some with them 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 heard words
But I know one
None of y'all can

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

2]
My style I kick, "You're too quick"
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater peas? I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip over
Scall, I break em like a fall, my stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You better and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the 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 blind minds
This they all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky 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 get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of can hang

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

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

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

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