Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic funky black licks
Tricks, I be em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, & no-no
A dancer like a Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin
of shooting guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be to
mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, em
Look at me spillin juice, to chasin em
Cut them tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this gang member
I'm em like a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock 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 Tung

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, to pluck em down
Hope the hip hype horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like but I'ma do what
said
He told me to put that to bed
an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
Watch the words pounce
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I the tongue like a machine gun
Know what I mean,
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 - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The from my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic,
You didn't know my tongue was this
Cops be cappin thinkin that be spunky
Watch I hit them the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a

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

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

Cappin a brother if he come in a
Comin to drop the of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter