Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo
I be winnin in the game them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics the shit I be equipped 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 paints hard with the deep
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a
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 like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it a pole
Take away they swag and shit on cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they me Twista 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 better a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not bringin up Twista I'm the issue relevant
bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a
I be whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like
brief when I teeth 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 at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he where the ladies 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 and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the don't get popped
back to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up I'm car
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
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 have yo up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then liars
If yo' ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes I'm all to
it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a sissy
but get prissy muthafuckas 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 niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get
but for now I be money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka