Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a found
I know you can tear the mic - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I this
Diss and this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a drum
Don't I know 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, at my pace they ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, 'You're flowin too
That's what I from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip over
Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind
This time all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the funky fly like this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get played like a
And I let you one thang
of y'all can hang

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

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

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

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