Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with funky black
Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the that'll be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never &
A dancer a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the
Style Pacino, I'm em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno dino
Comin around the corner cappin ducks who be tryin to
mine
But my tongue is like a Tec-9, wastin em
Look at me spillin juice, loose to em
Cut them like tomatoes, then be em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this gang
I'm droppin em a leaf in September to November
in December, rock 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 Tung

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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 Simon but I'ma do what
said
He told me to put head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the like a rifle
the funky words pounce
From my mouth watch 40
Cappin a sucker duck a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I shoot the tongue a machine gun
Know I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you ever one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em a Mack-10
Bop - head flown 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 know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be
Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up a

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

I caps like 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
Syllable serum, suckers come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a smack of Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
Droppin ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, em
They felt the funky flow of the formula .44
Minimum the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, about waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up

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 re-arrange a fella
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter