Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already know it is
Niggaz talkin bout Twista Twista that
all I know is rap I spit nigga, fuck ya'll, check it out

rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on they ass Buffalo Bill
I be in the game like them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the
Antonyms and are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I fit em in the couch
Kill em the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray or a eclipse
Stevie in the see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em like cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma it like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they cocky
cuz my be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than mine go get 2 elephants
I be getting but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't nobody wit me the planet is celibate
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo baby at yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the at
Whether we comin and and murderin cause I beat down the block
or I'm like throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and a quick pot
but it's to do something so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert
come on yo muthafuckin tip and a lot of people
Throw up on a let him know I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the I want I'm up in heaven evil
U gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
G-up and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope deez cut garbage
give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck
If yo' shit ain't one been one the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to diapers
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a sissy
but get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get
but for now I be getting money I'm get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka