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 you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
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 your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the 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 I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't I know 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 tiny and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my they ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of can hang

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

2]
My style I kick, flowin too quick'
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm than peas I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks with lyrical ruff
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You better and get smart
I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp
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 they all diss mine
Why Because I let the lyricals fly like this
Come get with the manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my flow
You get played like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
of y'all can hang

None of can hang
None of can hang [repeated]

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

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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