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 fight's
I know you can the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss
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 like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to
I been true to this, give me to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a drum
think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin
Tired of them turds and nerds, absurd words
I I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of y'all can

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
That's what I hear from the
I bet I flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they over these
Scall, I em like 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 a suffix
You better maxwell and get
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the 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 nickel-and-dime rhymes I find blind minds
This time they all wanna diss
Why Because I let the lyricals fly like this
Come get with the lyrical that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro of my quicker flow
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of y'all can

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

3]
Check, hope ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from 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 like his, you lack
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the like a black cat
Holdin the beat like a
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get smoked a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
Turnin em ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' are ripped apart
For tryin to get the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a damn
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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