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 found
I know you can the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss
Butt of mine, you ain't but a muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean
rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
me some 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 know one
None of can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, "You're too quick"
That's I hear from 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 overseas they flip over these
Scall, I break em a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
scuff vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a
You better maxwell and get
I'ma flow 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 em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from minds
This time they all diss mine
Why? Because I let the lyricals fly like this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my flow
You suckers get played a piccolo
And I let you know one
None of can hang

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

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady
And humdingers, bum cut from Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate
Cuts his, you lack that
Records tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
the beat 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 chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a shame?
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

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