Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

[Twista
Twis' got Yes I kill
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo
I be winnin in the game like them niggas in the
if a nigga talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the
Them lyrics that's the I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma 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
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a
Stevie in the see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack
When it come to flows Imma em like they cold
When it come to heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on
Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too
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 kick a hot flow, get it like
brief I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo at where yo white Mercedes
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 it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin I beat down the block
or because I'm throw 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 so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the eagle
on yo muthafuckin 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 heaven
U ain't gotta tell me I I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
genie and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest 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 liars
If yo' ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the I need to wear diapers
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
Twista got more swag than a rich
but don't get muthafuckas can get grilly
balla 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 finna get
One day it's dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm finna get muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka