Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

1]
Sucker wack vicks, I tactics, givin em black kicks
up the mic with funky black licks
Tricks, I be em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be away like a punk be
Rockin, the funk of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the point of being 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 hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like
Comin the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to wreck mine
But my lyrical tongue is a Tec-9, wastin em
Look at me spillin juice, to chasin 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 like a leaf in September to
Froze in December, rock over October, so
When I shoot the 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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em
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 head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a will stifle
cause I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
From my mouth watch 40
Cappin a sucker duck a 40 ounce
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I shoot the like a machine gun
Know what I mean,
A chunky tongue if you ever seen one
Cops, I em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em like a
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic,
You didn't my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin that be spunky
Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a

3]
Poppin and poppin and poppin the of the hip hype hop rhythm
I caps like I've been hittin false teeth with raps
Rip your apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow art
I got the style that even couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to a man
And it be sort of like a of Jackie Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battle I put the automatic clips up into my lips
like a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle like Edith
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad will slice em like
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up buckshots
Cappin a brother if he come in a
to drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter