Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I 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 of the manifestation that'll be dope
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 dumb
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin casino
Funky like a wino, like dino
Comin around the cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, em
Look at me spillin juice, loose to em
Cut like tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to
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 Tung

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like but I'ma do what
Simon
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 like a 40
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like Allah 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 em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my tongue was quick
Cops be cappin 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 raps
Rip your show apart, I you got no heart 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 of like a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battle I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will em stifle like Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like

Cappin a brother if he in a centimeter
to drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I a fella feature
Filimeter, mi rhythm is like a 9 millimeter