Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black
up the mic with funky black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like pocus, focus on the funk, gee
be runnin away like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be
Scope the point of wack? Nope, never & no-no
A like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin
Instead of shooting I shoot the tongue
Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, like dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to mine
But my tongue is like a Tec-9, wastin em
at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, see who'll win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to
Froze in December, rock over October, so
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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hip-hop horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon said
He me to put that head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a 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 flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the tongue a machine gun
Know what I mean,
A chunky spunky tongue if you seen one
Cops, I em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em a Mack-10
Bop - another head flown a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips drop a Grizzly
me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be thinkin that be spunky
Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up a funky

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Poppin and and poppin the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm
I bust caps like I've been hittin teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I you got no heart to start, I flow art
I got the style that even Humphrey couldn't
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 into my
Funky like a drunk, I buck em a hunter
My rifle make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
felt the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about us
DJ Jihad will slice em like
out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like buckshots
Cappin a if he come in a centimeter
Comin to drop the style of Tung and I bet I'm gonna beat ya
like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is like a 9