Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic funky black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away like a be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be
the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer like a Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the
Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like
Comin around the corner cappin sucker who be tryin to wreck mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, em
Look at me spillin juice, loose to em
Cut them like tomatoes, then be em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this gang
I'm droppin em a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock October, so remember
When I the Tec-9 tongue - timber

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

the sound of a gat

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hip-hop horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon said
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the like a rifle
Watch the words pounce
From my mouth watch 40
Cappin a duck like a 40 ounce
flows are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly men
Mouth will pack, smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head flown a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips could a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic,
You didn't know my tongue was quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be
Watch I hit with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a funky

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Poppin and poppin and poppin the flow of the hip hop rhythm
I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with
Rip your show apart, I know you got no to start, I flow art
I got the style that even Humphrey Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to a man
And it be sort of a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
Droppin battle ships I put the clips up into my lips
like a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My will make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
felt the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad slice em like lard
Check out the cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like buckshots
Cappin a brother if he in a centimeter
Comin to the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter