Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
up the mic with funky black licks
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 that'll be
Scope the of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of guns 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
mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, 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 this gang
I'm droppin em a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock over October, so
I shoot 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 smacks

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em
Hope the hip hype hip-hop struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple Simon but I'ma do what
said
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will
Trifle I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
From my mouth watch 40
Cappin a duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
callin Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky tongue if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly men
Mouth will pack, then smack em a Mack-10
Bop - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my tongue was quick
that 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 know you got no heart to start, I
art
I got the style that even 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 funky gun of hip hop, I hop hips
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I 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, cracks a
tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like

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