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 hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be
the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer like a Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like
Comin around the cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, em
Look at me spillin juice, loose to 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 in September to November
Froze in December, rock 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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the Tung

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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 Simon but I'ma do what
Simon
He told me to put head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue like a
Watch the funky pounce
From my watch 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck like a 40
Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a
callin Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the tongue a machine gun
Know what I mean,
A chunky spunky 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 - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my could drop a Grizzly
me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be
Watch I hit them the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a

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

I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with
Rip your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I
art
I got the style even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
serum, suckers hear 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 hips
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a
My rifle will make em stifle like Edith
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
felt the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, about waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the funky cut, god be gunnin em up like

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