Luyện nghe bài hát Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

1]
Hype! You pipe down, or a fight's found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas I twist this
Diss and this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow
think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace ain't heard words
But I know one
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

2]
My I kick, 'You're flowin too quick'
That's what I hear 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 over these
Scall, I em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a
You better maxwell and get
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 em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime I find from blind minds
This time all wanna diss mine
Why Because I let the funky fly like this
get with the lyrical manifest 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
None of y'all can

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

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

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

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