Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation be dope
Scope the point of being Nope, never & no-no
A like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of like a hobo
Sucker, I'm a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, 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 em like a leaf in September to November
in December, rock over 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 pluck em
Hope the hip hip-hop horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never Simple like 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 tongue a rifle
Watch the funky 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 callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I the tongue 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 pack, then smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The from my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I 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 with the and then I'm cut em up with a funky

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Poppin and poppin and poppin the of the hip hype hop rhythm
I bust caps like I've been hittin 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 funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will make em like Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky flow of the formula .44
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad will em like lard
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like
Cappin a brother if he come in a
Comin to drop the style of and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky is like a 9 millimeter