Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black
Mufflin up the mic with funky black
Tricks, I be rippin em like pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation be dope
Scope the point of being Nope, never & 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 gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting I shoot the tongue
Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, like dino
around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
wreck
But my lyrical is like a Tec-9, wastin em
Look at me juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win gang member
I'm droppin em like a in September to November
Froze in December, over October, so remember
When I the Tec-9 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 smacks

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, to pluck em down
Hope the hip hype horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do
said
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky of a tongue will stifle
Trifle I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
From my watch 40 bounce
a sucker duck like a 40 ounce
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em like a
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The from my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin 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 the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm

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

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