Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I tactics, givin em black kicks
Mufflin up the mic with black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, the funk of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the point of being Nope, never & no-no
A like 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
of shooting guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
Funky like a wino, like dino
around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
wreck
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, em
Look at me spillin juice, to chasin em
Cut them like tomatoes, be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this member
I'm droppin em like a in September to November
Froze in December, rock over October, so
When I shoot the 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

em how the Tung smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do
said
He told me to put that 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 sucker like a 40 ounce
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I the tongue like a machine gun
Know I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly men
Mouth will pack, smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic,
You know my tongue was this quick
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 poppin the flow of the hip 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 couldn't
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to a man
And it be of like a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up my lips
Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a
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 the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, about waxin us
DJ Jihad will 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 style of Tung and then I bet I'm beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella
Filimeter, mi funky is like a 9 millimeter