Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already what it is
Niggaz talkin bout Twista this that
all I is Twista rap I spit 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 in the south
if a nigga talkin I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be to spit em out
and make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are him out of his route
and I got of money bitch and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit quick 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
Stevie in the blackout see me with the out
gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma em like they cold
When it come to heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away they and shit on they cocky style
cuz my be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come my photo when I'm on promo
wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the relevant
balls bigger mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue like a pelican
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't nobody wit me the planet is celibate
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 white
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you it back
Here, a stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
me and yo boss it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin I beat down the block
or because I'm like ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the I want I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars
e-mail, anthrax, kick arsenic
G-up and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope deez nigga cut
Lethargic give a bitch hard 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 da fakers and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1
Am I like Jason no I'm more Michael Myers
I am the I need to wear diapers
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a sissy
but don't get prissy muthafuckas can get
Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm get paid
takin flames to the like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka