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 down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike,
Say I'm phony like cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and this
of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr.
Them sucker rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
bubble gum bums 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
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin
of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't as quick 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
I'ma scuff vicks lyrical ruff tricks
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 play the
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from minds
This time they all wanna diss
Why I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get with the lyrical that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get played like a
And I let you one thang
of y'all can hang

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

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to
Puttin twelves on the shelves, em hate themselves
Cuts like his, you that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the like a black cat
Holdin the beat a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then get smoked like a sausage
DJ be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into scratch
...get the
hearts are ripped apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, it a damn shame
of y'all can hang

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

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