Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

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 I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a muthafucka
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope ears get the point like 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 I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I know 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 and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard
But I one thang
None of can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't as quick as you lick chicks
Please, I'm sweater than peas I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You better maxwell and get
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin bicycles, I slice pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I from blind minds
This they all wanna diss mine
Why I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna 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 y'all can
of y'all can hang [repeated]

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and mics with spice
So precise, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, em hate themselves
Cuts like his, you that
Records tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the like a hostage
it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
Turnin em ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a damn
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

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