Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on they ass like Bill
I be winnin in the game them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
lyrics 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 money and I can't fit em in the couch
em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a
in the blackout see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack
When it come to flows spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma it like a pole
away they swag and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting but you and yo click 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 I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a bitch, go head check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
yo baby at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't 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 down the
or because I'm like ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the don't get popped
back to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo tip and kill a lot of people
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 know I bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, kick 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 artists so I wouldn't 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 one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the I need to wear diapers
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
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
flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get
One day it's dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka