Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black
Mufflin up the mic with black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away like a be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never &
A dancer a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
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 tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to
Froze in December, over October, so remember
I shoot the Tec-9 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.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm never Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon said
He told me to put head to bed
Givin an eyeful, rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the like a rifle
Watch the funky words
From my mouth watch 40
Cappin a sucker duck a 40 ounce
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky if you ever seen 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 from my lips drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops be cappin thinkin that 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 the flow of the hip hype 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 even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, hear 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
battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
They felt the flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about 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 drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter