Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
up the mic with funky black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting guns I the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno dino
Comin around the corner sucker ducks who be tryin to
mine
But my lyrical tongue is a Tec-9, wastin em
Look at me spillin juice, loose to em
Cut them like tomatoes, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in to November
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, to pluck em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do
said
He me to put that head to bed
Givin an eyeful, rhythm of a tongue will stifle
cause I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
my mouth watch 40 bounce
Cappin a duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a
Like callin God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the tongue a machine gun
Know I mean, son?
A chunky spunky if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, black men
Mouth pack, then smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips could a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be
I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a

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Poppin and poppin and poppin the of the hip hype hop rhythm

I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with
Rip show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow
art
I got the that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a to smack a man
And it be sort of like a smack of Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a
My will make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, em
They felt the funky of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad will slice em lard
Check out the cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like

Cappin a brother if he 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 rhythm is like a 9 millimeter