Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic funky black licks
Tricks, I be em like hocus 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 a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm em up controllin your casino
like a wino, rhino-dyno like dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be 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 leaf in September to
Froze in December, over October, so remember
When I shoot the Tec-9 - 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 Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em
Hope the hip hip-hop horn struck em down
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 like a
Watch the funky words
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker like a 40 ounce
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy
I shoot the like a machine gun
Know what I mean,
A chunky spunky if you ever seen one
Cops, I em props, they cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - head flown like a frisbee, it is me
The from my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic,
You didn't know my was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be
Watch I hit them with the and then I'm cut em up with a

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

I caps like I've been hittin false teeth with raps
Rip show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow
art
I got the style that even Humphrey Bogart
Syllable serum, 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 clips up my lips
Funky like a drunk, I em like a hunter
My rifle will make em stifle like Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky flow of the .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about us
DJ Jihad slice em like lard
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up

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