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 tear the mic - 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 blind
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean
I'ma rock and hope your get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers think I'm new to this
I been 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 flow to rhythms of all sorts, different
Give me some with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my they ain't heard words
But I know one
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
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 quick as you chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip these
Scall, I break em a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
You better and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind
This time they all diss mine
Why Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
Come get with the lyrical that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you know one
of y'all can hang

None of 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, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, em hate themselves
Cuts his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he 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 Jihad be stickin
Turnin em sucker ducks' into chicken scratch
...get the
hearts are ripped apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a shame
None of y'all can

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

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