Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
be runnin 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 a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype gangster gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm em up controllin your casino
like a wino, rhino-dyno like dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to mine
But my lyrical tongue is a Tec-9, wastin em
Look at me juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this member
I'm droppin em a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock October, so remember
When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue -

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
the funky words pounce
From my mouth watch 40
a sucker duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you seen one
Cops, I em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em like a
Bop - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The from my lips could drop 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 be spunky
Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a

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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 raps
Rip your apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow art
I got the style that even couldn't Bogart
serum, suckers hear come a style to smack 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 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, about waxin us
DJ Jihad will slice em lard
out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like buckshots
Cappin a if he come in a centimeter
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 rhythm is like a 9 millimeter