Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what
said
He told me to put that to bed
an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
Watch the funky words
my mouth watch 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck a 40 ounce
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 I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you ever one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, black men
will pack, then smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips my lips could drop a Grizzly
me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my tongue was 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 poppin the of the hip hype hop rhythm

I bust caps I've been hittin false teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I you got no heart to start, I flow
art
I got the style that even couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, hear come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a of Jackie Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle like Edith
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the flow of the formula .44 Magnum
against the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about us
DJ Jihad will slice em 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 Tung and then I bet I'm gonna ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I a fella feature
Filimeter, mi funky is like a 9 millimeter