Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
of y'all 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 like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle dreadlock, I mean 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, me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I hum to a slow drum
Don't I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
Give me some with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, words
I think I too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one
None of y'all can

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

2]
My I kick, 'You're flowin too quick'
That's what I hear from the
I bet I don't flow as as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater peas I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even they 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 tricks
kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
You better maxwell and get
Cause flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds
This time they all diss mine
Why Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
get with the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro of my quicker flow
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
of y'all can hang

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

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady
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
Jihad is on the twelves turnin to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em themselves
like his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a cat
Holdin the like a hostage
Think a joke Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are ripped
For tryin to get the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a shame
None of can hang

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

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