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 you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run,
Untangle dreadlock, I mean deadlock
rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to
I been true to this, give me somethin to to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a drum
Don't think I know I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, 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 they ain't heard words
But I one thang
of y'all can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
That's what I hear the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I em like fleas
At ease, and overseas they flip over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my 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 maxwell and get smart
Cause flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be like 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 lyricals fly this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you know one
None of can hang

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

3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for ringers
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 hate
Cuts like his, you lack
Records were tossed, and 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 like a
DJ Jihad be cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' into chicken scratch
...get the
hearts are ripped apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't
Yo, it a damn shame
None of can hang

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

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