Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike,
Say I'm like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I 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 pants them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one
None of y'all can

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em like
At ease, and even overseas flip over these
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 flow and kill em and let the angels play the
I'm sharp, Tung, I be like bicycles, I slice pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind
This they all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the lyricals fly like this
Come get the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my flow
You suckers get played like a
And I let you one thang
None of y'all can

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

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady
And humdingers, bum slingers cut Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin to elves
twelves on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts like his, you lack
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the like a black cat
Holdin the like a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get like a sausage
DJ Jihad be cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts chicken scratch
...get the
hearts 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 y'all can
None of y'all can hang

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