Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with funky licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be
the point of being 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 like a hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin casino
Funky 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 spillin juice, to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, then be em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this member
I'm em like a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock October, so remember
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 Tung

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, 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 me to put that 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 mouth watch 40
Cappin a sucker duck like a 40
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
callin Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the tongue like a gun
Know I mean, son?
A spunky tongue 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 - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips could drop a
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 and then I'm cut em up with a funky

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