Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what said
He told me to put head to bed
Givin an eyeful, rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue like a
Watch the words pounce
From my watch 40 bounce
Cappin a duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like callin God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the tongue like a gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head flown a frisbee, it is me
The clips my lips could drop a Grizzly
me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my tongue was this
that be cappin thinkin 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 I've been hittin false teeth with raps
Rip show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow art
I got the style that even Humphrey Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers come a style to smack a man
And it be of like a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop hips
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up my lips
Funky like a drunk, I em like a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum the maximum, cracks a maximus
tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ Jihad will slice em like
out the funky cut, rocks 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 feature
Filimeter, mi rhythm is like a 9 millimeter