Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can [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 this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a muthafucka
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow
Don't think I know where I from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants them hands, I ain't takin shorts
of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace ain't heard words
But I know one
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My I kick, "You're flowin too quick"
That's what I hear the vicks
I bet I don't flow as as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm than peas? I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip over
Scall, I em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You better and get smart
Cause I'ma and kill em and let the angels 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 rhymes I find from blind minds
This time all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my flow
You get played like 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 slingers cut Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, he sliced ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to
twelves on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader a black cat
the beat like a hostage
Think it's a Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
Turnin em sucker ducks' into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' are ripped apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a damn
None of can hang

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

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