Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, already know what it is
Niggaz talkin Twista this 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 talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
lyrics that's the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his
and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the
Kill em with the ride hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a
I am the I gotta charge you to peep this
Niggaz see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me the Mack out
Twista gon get money a GD in a crack house
When it come to Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads split it like a pole
Take away they and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new
too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm the issue relevant
bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a
I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the of it
can't nobody fuck wit me the planet is
I kick a hot flow, get it like
brief when I rhyme teeth like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it
Here, a stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat the block
or because I'm like throw ya hands up' it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's to do something so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of
Throw up on a priest let him know I no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
G-up genie and it up I'm car sick
cut raw deez nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I wouldn't have yo up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the flu h1n1 virus
Am I like no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to diapers
When I spit it I'm all to philosophical
it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag a rich sissy
but don't get prissy can get grilly
Imma balla and a and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I'm Nicolas
I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get
any dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day possible dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka