Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic funky black licks
Tricks, I be em like hocus 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 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 guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker who be tryin to
wreck
But my tongue is like a Tec-9, wastin em
at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, then be em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in to November
Froze in December, rock over October, so
When I shoot the tongue - timber

the sound 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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but do what
Simon
He me to put that head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue stifle
Trifle cause I pop the like a rifle
the funky words pounce
From my watch 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I shoot the like a machine gun
Know what I mean,
A chunky tongue if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, black men
Mouth will pack, then em like a Mack-10
Bop - another flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic,
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin be spunky
I hit them 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 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 Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to 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 like a drunk, I buck em like a
My rifle will make em stifle Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, em
They the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a
Charge tax and dust, thinkin waxin us
DJ Jihad will em like lard
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be em up like

Cappin a brother if he come in a
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 funky rhythm is a 9 millimeter