Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You pipe down, or a fight's found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like cause I twist 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,
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the like Mr. Spock
Them sucker rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to chew to
Like gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum
think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, sports
Give me pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd
I think I rock too quick, cause at my they ain't heard words
But I one thang
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, 'You're too quick'
That's what I from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, I'm sweater than peas I flick em like fleas
At ease, and overseas they flip over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead 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 the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from minds
This time they all wanna diss
Why Because I let the funky 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 suckers get played like a
And I let you know one
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

3]
Check, you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's
Slice, nice, twice: he ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate
like 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, then suckers get smoked like a
DJ Jihad be stickin
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a shame
None of y'all can

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

(Get busy)
(Get busy)
(Get busier)