Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like cause I twist this
Diss and 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
I'ma rock and your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to
I been true to this, give me to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I 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 pace ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of y'all can

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

2]
My style I kick, 'You're flowin too
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you chicks
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 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 play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be like bicycles, I slice pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from minds
This time all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
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
None of can hang

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

3]
Check, hope ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
Jihad is on the turnin giants to elves
Puttin on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader a black cat
Holdin the beat like a
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get smoked a sausage
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' are ripped apart
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a shame
None of y'all can

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

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