Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like but I'ma do what Simon said
He me to put that head to bed
an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
the funky words pounce
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker like a 40 ounce
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I shoot the tongue a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A spunky tongue if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then em like a Mack-10
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The from my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin that be spunky
Watch I hit them 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 with raps
Rip your show apart, I know you got no to start, I flow art
I got the style that even couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I em like a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle like Edith
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, em
They felt the funky flow of the formula .44
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad will slice em like
Check out the funky cut, god be gunnin em up like buckshots
Cappin a brother if he come in a
Comin to drop the style of and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter