Luyện nghe bài hát Ratatattat

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Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black
Mufflin up the mic funky black licks
Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, on the funk, gee
be runnin away like a punk be
Rockin, droppin the of the manifestation that'll be dope
Scope the point of wack? Nope, never & no-no
A like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gettin dumb
Instead of shooting 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 sucker ducks who be to
mine
But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, em
Look at me juice, loose to chasin em
Cut them tomatoes, then 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
Froze in December, rock October, so remember
I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

What's the of a gat

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the smacks

Show em how the Tung

Show em how the Tung

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Prr-prrrr.. em down
Sucker ducks, comin to em down
Hope the hip hype horn struck em down
Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do
Simon
He me to put that head to bed
an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle
Trifle cause I pop the like a rifle
Watch the funky pounce
From my mouth 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck 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 I mean, son?
A chunky spunky tongue if you seen one
Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly men
Mouth pack, then smack em like a Mack-10
Bop - another head like a frisbee, it is me
The clips from my could drop a Grizzly
Hear me vick, I a kick for the ballistic, animalistic
You know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin be spunky
Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up a

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

I bust caps like been hittin false teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I know you got no to start, I flow
art
I got the that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to a man
And it be of like a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with
Droppin battle ships I put the automatic up into my lips
Funky a drunk, I buck em like a hunter
My rifle will em stifle like Edith Bunker
I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em
They the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, a maximus
tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ will slice em like lard
Check out the funky cut, 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
Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a feature
Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is like a 9