Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike,
Say I'm phony Christmas cause I twist this
and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a muthafucka
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean
rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, me somethin to chew to this
Like gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to of all sorts, different sports
Give me pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard
But I know one
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, 'You're flowin too
That's what I hear from the
I bet I don't as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I em like fleas
At ease, and even they flip over these
Scall, I em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff with lyrical ruff tricks
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 rollin like bicycles, I slice
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime I find from blind minds
This time they all wanna mine
Why Because I let the funky lyricals fly this
Come get with the lyrical that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna a pro because of my quicker flow
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
of y'all can hang

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

3]
Check, hope ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced with spice
So precise, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em themselves
like his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he the fader like a black cat
Holdin the beat a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that smart
Yo, it a damn shame
of y'all can hang

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

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