Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with funky black
Tricks, I be em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the that'll be dope
Scope the point of being Nope, never & no-no
A like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gettin dumb
of shooting guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
Funky like a wino, like dino
Comin around the corner 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 like tomatoes, then 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 over October, so
When I shoot the Tec-9 - timber

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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
ducks, comin to pluck em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple Simon but I'ma do what Simon said
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will
Trifle cause I pop the like 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 cause a
Like callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you ever one
Cops, I em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then em like a Mack-10
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my was this 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 hype hop
I bust caps like been hittin false teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I know you got no to start, I flow art
I got the style that even Humphrey couldn't
Syllable serum, hear come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a smack of Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my
Funky like a drunk, I em like a hunter
My will make em stifle like Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky flow of the .44 Magnum
Minimum the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the funky cut, god be gunnin em up like buckshots
a brother if he come in a centimeter
Comin to drop the style of and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature
Filimeter, mi rhythm is like a 9 millimeter