Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas I twist 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 mean
I'ma and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers think I'm new to this
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a drum
think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different
me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, at my pace they ain't heard words
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 too quick'
That's what I from the vicks
I bet I don't as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em like
At ease, and even overseas they flip these
Scall, I em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks lyrical ruff tricks
kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
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 flip em like
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime I find from blind minds
This time they all diss mine
Why Because I let the lyricals fly like this
get with the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of can hang

None of y'all can
None of y'all can [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 sliced mics with
So precise, don't sacrifice, take my
Jihad is on the twelves giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em themselves
Cuts his, you lack that
Records tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the beat like a
it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be cats
em sucker ducks' cuts into 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
None of y'all can

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

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