Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

1]
Hype! You better down, or a fight's found
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 ain't but a blind
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean
I'ma rock and hope ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker 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 hum to a slow drum
Don't think I where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I takin shorts
Tired of them turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace 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, 'You're flowin too
That's what I hear from the
I bet I flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, I'm sweater than 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 vicks with lyrical ruff
Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a
You better and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like
And dimes, nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds
This time they all wanna mine
Why I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get with the lyrical that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna a pro because of my quicker flow
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of can hang

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

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate
like his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader a black cat
the beat like a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a shame
None of can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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