Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a found
I know you can tear the mic - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I hum to a slow drum
Don't think I know where I from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different
Give me some pants with hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny 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 can hang
of y'all can hang [repeated]

2]
My I kick, "You're flowin too quick"
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as as you lick chicks
Please, I'm sweater than 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 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 like bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em nickels
And dimes, cause rhymes I find from blind minds
This they all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get played like a
And I let you know one
None of y'all can

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

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

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

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