Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic funky black licks
Tricks, I be em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
be runnin away like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the that'll be dope
the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster dumb
Instead of shooting I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up your casino
Funky a wino, rhino-dyno like dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be to
wreck
But my lyrical is like a Tec-9, wastin em
at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em
Cut like tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win gang member
I'm droppin em a leaf 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 Tung

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em
Hope the hip hype horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like but I'ma do what
Simon
He told me to put head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue stifle
cause I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the funky words
From my watch 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck like a 40
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
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, cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em a Mack-10
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't my tongue was this quick
Cops be cappin thinkin that be spunky
I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a

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

I bust caps I've been 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 Humphrey Bogart
serum, suckers hear come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up 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 flow of the .44 Magnum
Minimum 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 come in a
Comin to drop the of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is like a 9