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 rippin em like hocus pocus, on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never &
A dancer like a Oh no
My lip be of kickin sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino
Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like
Comin around the corner cappin ducks who be tryin to
mine
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 win this gang member
I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to
Froze in December, rock October, so remember
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

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn 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 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 shoot the tongue like a gun
Know what I mean,
A spunky tongue if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, cap men, mostly black men
Mouth will pack, smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head flown a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my lips could drop a
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
that be cappin thinkin that 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 the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm

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

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