Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
up the mic with funky black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, & no-no
A dancer a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster dumb
Instead of shooting guns I the tongue
Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up your casino
Funky like a wino, like dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker who be tryin to
mine
But my tongue is like a Tec-9, wastin em
Look at me spillin juice, loose to em
Cut like tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see win this gang member
I'm em like a leaf in September to November
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.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em
Climbin, I'm rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what
said
He me to put that head to bed
an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle I pop the tongue like a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
From my mouth watch 40
Cappin a sucker duck like a 40
Some flows are wack, but as for me I a catastrophe
Like callin Allah God steppin to me is
I shoot the tongue like a gun
Know I mean, son?
A chunky spunky if you ever seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly 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
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 with the lyric 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 your show apart, I know you got no to start, I flow
art
I got the style even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
serum, suckers hear come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a of Jackie Chan
I pop the gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips
Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a
My rifle will make em stifle Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They felt the funky of the formula .44 Magnum
against the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, about waxin us
DJ Jihad will em like lard
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 I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a feature
Filimeter, mi rhythm is like a 9 millimeter