Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of 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 Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you but a blind muthafucka
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr.
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to
I been true to this, give me to chew to this
Like bubble gum that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin
of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, at my pace 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, 'You're flowin too
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em like
At ease, and even overseas they flip over
Scall, I break em a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
scuff vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You better maxwell and get
I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I em like nickels
And dimes, cause rhymes I find from blind minds
This they all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the lyricals fly like this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get played a piccolo
And I let you know one
of y'all can hang

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

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

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

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