Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got Yes I kill
I ride on they 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
lyrics that's the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick I got venom in the mouth
and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the
Kill em with the ride paints with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 in a sequence
I am the bidness I charge you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a
Stevie in the blackout see me with the out
Twista gon get money a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em like they
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 they call me Pacquiao
come wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they pick a new regimen
shit too sick B better go get you medicine
Not bringin up I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than 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 whoopin yo ass fo the hell of it
can't nobody fuck wit me the is celibate
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth shine a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head out my cargo
you one gon be wit me wherever 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 stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and cause 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 don't get
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the eagle
come on yo tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick
G-up genie and it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more like Myers
I am the shit I to wear diapers
When I spit it I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
got more swag than a rich sissy
but don't get prissy can get grilly
Imma and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I'm Nicolas
I ghost the whip I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get
but for now I be getting money I'm get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka