Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em kicks
up the mic with funky black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be
Scope the point of wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer like a Oh no
My lip be sort of sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype gangster gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin casino
Funky a wino, rhino-dyno like dino
Comin the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
mine
But my lyrical is like a Tec-9, wastin em
at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see win this 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 smacks

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

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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 never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do
Simon
He told me to put head to bed
Givin an eyeful, rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue a rifle
Watch the words pounce
From my mouth 40 bounce
a sucker duck like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the tongue like a gun
Know I mean, son?
A spunky tongue if you ever seen one
Cops, I em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, then smack em a Mack-10
Bop - another head flown 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 know my was this quick
Cops that be cappin 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 poppin the flow of the hip hop rhythm

I caps like 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 Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to a man
And it be sort of like a 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
like a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
They felt the funky flow of the formula .44
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about us
DJ Jihad slice em like lard
out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like

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