Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a 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
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
your dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a drum
think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd
I think I rock too quick, at my pace they ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of y'all can

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

2]
My I kick, "You're flowin 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 peas? I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even they flip over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks lyrical ruff tricks
kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
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
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em nickels
And dimes, cause rhymes I find from blind minds
This time they all diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky fly like this
Come get with the lyrical manifest be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker
You suckers get played a piccolo
And I let you know one
None of can hang

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

3]
Check, hope ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum cut from Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with
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 crossed the fader a black cat
Holdin the beat like a
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into scratch
...get the
hearts are ripped apart
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, it a damn shame?
of y'all can hang

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

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