Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin 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 like a 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 kickin sort of funky like a
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up your casino
Funky like a wino, like dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be to
wreck
But my lyrical is like 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 who'll win gang member
I'm em like a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, over October, so remember
When I shoot the tongue - timber

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 Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but do what
Simon
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the words pounce
From my watch 40 bounce
Cappin a duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I shoot the like a machine gun
Know what I mean,
A chunky spunky if you ever 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 pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be thinkin that be spunky
Watch I hit 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 your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I
art
I got the that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, hear come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up my lips
Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a
My rifle make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, em
They the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
against the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad will slice em like
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up

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