Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike,
Say I'm phony like cause I twist this
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,
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me to chew to this
bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I know I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
Give me pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they heard words
But I one thang
None of can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, "You're too quick"
That's what I hear from the
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm than 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 with lyrical ruff
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
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? I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my flow
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of y'all can

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

3]
Check, hope ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics spice
So precise, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the turnin giants to elves
twelves on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts like his, you that
were tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the like a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken
...get the
Suckers' are ripped apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a shame?
of y'all can hang

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

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