Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better down, or a fight's found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, and kiss this
of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
your dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr.
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to
I been to this, give me somethin 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 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 know one
None of can hang

None of y'all can
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 flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip these
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 like a
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma and kill em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find blind minds
This time they all wanna mine
Because I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get with the lyrical 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 know one
None of y'all can

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 Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
is on the twelves turnin 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
the beat like a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' are ripped apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, wasn't smart
Yo, it a damn shame?
None of can hang

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

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