Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with funky 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 manifestation be dope
Scope the point of wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gettin dumb
Instead of shooting I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like
Comin around the cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
wreck
But my lyrical tongue is a Tec-9, wastin em
at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win gang member
I'm droppin em like a in September to November
in December, rock 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 Tung

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple Simon but I'ma do what
Simon
He me to put that head to bed
Givin an eyeful, funky of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a duck 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
Know I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you seen 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 from my lips could a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my tongue was this
that be cappin thinkin that be spunky
Watch I hit them with the lyric and 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 you got no heart to start, I flow
art
I got the style that even couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear a style to smack a man
And it be sort of a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battle I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I buck em a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, em
They felt the funky of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a
tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like

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