Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

[Twista
Twis' got Yes I kill
I could ride on ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like them niggas in the
if a nigga talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the
Them 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 are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I fit em in the couch
Kill em with the paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me the Mack out
gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it a pole
Take away swag and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my when I'm on promo
wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be getting grimy but you and yo too elegant
yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell 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 bitch, go head check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo baby at where yo 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 where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I down the block
or because I'm like throw ya up' cause it's hip hop
I'd be rappin about 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 desert
come on yo muthafuckin tip and a lot of people
up on a priest 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 genie and throw it up I'm car
cut raw dope deez nigga cut
Lethargic a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1
Am I like no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
Twista got swag than a rich sissy
but don't get muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm get paid
takin to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost the whip I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day possible dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka