Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's
I know you can tear the mic - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I 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 deadlock
rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like gum bums that think I can't 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 pants them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, at my pace they ain't heard words
But I one thang
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater peas I flick em like fleas
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 with lyrical ruff tricks
kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
You better maxwell and get
Cause I'ma flow and em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be like bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I from blind minds
time they all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the funky lyricals fly like
Come get 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
of y'all can hang [repeated]

3]
Check, you're 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, sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em themselves
like his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the beat like a
Think it's a Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are ripped
For tryin to get with the god
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a shame
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

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