Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I
I ride on they ass like 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 that's the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his
and I got bricks of bitch and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints with the deep dish
em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a
Stevie in the blackout see me the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack
When it to flows Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they style
cuz my be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they better a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not bringin up Twista I'm the issue relevant
balls bigger mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a
I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the of it
can't fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my
you one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he where the ladies at
Whether we comin and and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like throw ya hands up' cause hip hop
I'd rather be rappin the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties get popped
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of
Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no
either dat I go the fuck I want I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I 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
Lethargic 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 wouldn't yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck
If yo' shit one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
Twista got more swag a rich sissy
but get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
balla 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 get sprayed
One day it's dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka