Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

[Twista
got skill Yes I kill
I could ride on they ass Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like them in the south
if a nigga shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the
and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I fit em in the couch
Kill em 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 this
can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a house
When it to flows Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it a pole
Take they swag and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo I'm on promo
Niggas get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not bringin up I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be grimy 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
nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like
brief when I rhyme shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head out my cargo
you one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo white
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I 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
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 where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven
U ain't gotta me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick
G-up genie and it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope nigga 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 have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I to wear diapers
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
Twista got more swag than a sissy
but don't get prissy muthafuckas can get
balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I'm Nicolas
I ghost ride the I'm finna get laid
any dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
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