Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You pipe down, or a fight's found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like cause 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 your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I know where I from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants them hands, I ain't takin shorts
of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my they ain't heard words
But I know one
None of y'all can

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
That's what I from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm than peas I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip these
Scall, I break em a fall, my lead stops 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 maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind
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 wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you know one
None of y'all can

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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

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

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