Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better down, or a fight's found
I know you can the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist
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 deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your get the point like Mr. Spock
sucker 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 think I can't hum to a slow
Don't think I know where I from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to of all sorts, different sports
Give me pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, at my pace they ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of y'all can

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

2]
My I kick, 'You're flowin too quick'
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em fleas
At ease, and even overseas they over these
Scall, I em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks with ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I from blind minds
This they all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the funky fly like this
get with the lyrical 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 know one
of y'all can hang

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

3]
Check, hope ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum cut from Freddy's fingers
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, makin em hate
like his, you lack that
Records tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the like a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get like a sausage
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are ripped
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a damn
None of can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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