Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got 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 talkin I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be equipped to 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 hard with the deep
Kill em wit syllables wit 8 bars 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 cold
When it come to niggaz Imma split it like a pole
Take away they and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Pacquiao
solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me better pick a new regimen
too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up I'm makin the issue relevant
bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
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
can't nobody wit me the planet is celibate
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head 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 as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the at
Whether we and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and a quick pot
but it's time to do so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a let him know I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I 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 niggaz and I say salute 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 flyers da fakers and heaters and fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the flu h1n1 virus
Am I like no I'm more like Michael 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
Twista got more swag than a rich
but don't get prissy can get grilly
Imma and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ride the whip I'm finna get laid
any dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day possible dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm finna get muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka