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 pipe down, or a found
I you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers I'm new to this
I been to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I hum to a slow drum
think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace ain't heard words
But I know one
None of y'all can

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

2]
My I kick, 'You're flowin too quick'
what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't as quick as you lick chicks
Please, I'm sweater than peas I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even they flip over these
Scall, I em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks with ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end a suffix
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I pickles
I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds
This time they all wanna 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 diss a pro of my quicker flow
You suckers get like a piccolo
And I let you one thang
None of can hang

None of can hang
None of y'all can hang

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 spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, my advice
is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
Puttin on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he the fader like a black cat
Holdin the beat a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are apart
For to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a damn
None of can hang

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

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