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 em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be away like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the point of 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 hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up your casino
Funky a wino, rhino-dyno like dino
around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
wreck
But my lyrical tongue is 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, see who'll win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in 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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
ducks, comin to pluck em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like but I'ma do what
Simon
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
Watch the funky words
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you ever one
Cops, I give em props, cap men, mostly black men
Mouth pack, then smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head flown a frisbee, it is me
The clips my lips 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 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 bust caps like I've been hittin teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I
art
I got the that even Humphrey couldn't 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
battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I em like a hunter
My rifle make em stifle like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
They felt the funky flow of the formula .44
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about us
DJ Jihad will em like lard
Check out the funky cut, god be gunnin em up like

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