Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like niggas in the south
if a nigga shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the I be equipped to spit em out
and make 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 bitch and I can't fit em in the
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 see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
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 cold
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 Twista
come solo wit my when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be getting but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw look like a pelican
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell of it
nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it Harpo
when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo kick it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or I'm like throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin the streets and makin a quick pot
but time to do something so the shorties don't 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 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 kick
genie and throw 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 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 like Jason no I'm more like Michael
I am the shit I to wear diapers
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
got more swag than a rich sissy
but get prissy 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 ride the whip 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 finna get paid
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka