Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

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

1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist
Diss and 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,
your dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the like Mr. Spock
sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to to this
Like bubble gum bums think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different
Give me some pants them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd
I think I rock too quick, at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, 'You're too quick'
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip over
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 like bicycles, I slice
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind
This time all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the funky lyricals fly this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get played a piccolo
And I let you know one
None of y'all can

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

3]
Check, you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with
So precise, sacrifice, take my advice
is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate
Cuts like his, you lack
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 stickin
Turnin em sucker cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For tryin to get the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, ain't it a damn
None of can hang

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

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