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 know you can the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I this
and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind
tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean
rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me to chew 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 pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, at my pace they ain't heard words
But I one thang
None of y'all can

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

2]
My style I kick, 'You're too quick'
That's I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick
Please, think I'm sweater than peas I flick em fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip over
Scall, I break em like a fall, my stops em all
I put em in headlocks, and all
I'ma scuff vicks with lyrical tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a
You maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find blind minds
This time they all diss mine
Why Because I let the lyricals fly like this
Come get with the lyrical manifest be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro of my quicker flow
You get played 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 steady
And humdingers, bum cut from Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, he sliced ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, take my
is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, em hate themselves
Cuts like his, you that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a cat
the beat like a hostage
Think it's a joke Try to poke, then suckers get like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts chicken scratch
...get the
Suckers' hearts are ripped
For tryin to get the god Jihad
Punk, that smart
Yo, ain't it a shame
of y'all can hang

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

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