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 like pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away a punk be
Rockin, droppin the of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, & no-no
A like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster dumb
Instead of guns I shoot the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your
like a wino, rhino-dyno like dino
Comin around the cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to
wreck
But my lyrical is like a Tec-9, wastin 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 gang member
I'm em like a leaf in September to November
in December, rock over October, so remember
When I shoot the Tec-9 - timber

the sound 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 smacks

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. buck em
ducks, comin to pluck em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm never rhymin like Simon but I'ma do what
Simon
He me to put that head to bed
an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the tongue like a
Watch the words pounce
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker like a 40 ounce
Some are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God to me is blasphemy
I the tongue like a machine gun
what I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you ever one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly men
Mouth will pack, then smack em a Mack-10
Bop - another flown like a frisbee, it is me
The clips my lips could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You didn't know my tongue was quick
Cops that be 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 false teeth with raps
Rip your apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow
art
I got the style that even couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to a man
And it be sort of a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
Droppin battle I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will make em like Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rag em, drag em
They the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
Charge tax and dust, about waxin 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
to drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is like a 9