Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of y'all can
None of y'all can hang

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I this
and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers I'm new to this
I been true to this, me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I know where I from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they heard words
But I one thang
None of can hang

of y'all can hang
None of y'all can hang

2]
My I kick, 'You're flowin too quick'
That's what I hear the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em like
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 ruff tricks
kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma and kill em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime I find from blind minds
This they 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 diss a pro because of my quicker
You suckers get played like a
And I let you one thang
None of can hang

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

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

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

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