Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with funky 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 be dope
Scope the point of being 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 gangster gettin
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
Funky like a wino, like dino
Comin around the corner sucker 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, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win gang member
I'm em like a leaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock October, so remember
When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue -

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 smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never Simple like Simon but I'ma do what
Simon
He told me to put that to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will
Trifle cause I pop the tongue 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 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 - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips could drop a
Hear me vick, I pack a for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin be spunky
Watch I hit them with the and then I'm cut em up with a

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

I bust caps like I've been hittin teeth with raps
Rip show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow
art
I got the style even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop hips
Droppin ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I em like a hunter
My rifle will em stifle like Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the funky cut, god be gunnin em up like

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