Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already 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 Yes I kill
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo
I be winnin in the like them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm to hit em in the mouth
lyrics that's the shit I be equipped 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 of money bitch and I can't fit em in the couch
em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 in a sequence
I am the I gotta charge you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray or a eclipse
in the blackout see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a house
it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz Imma split it like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they style
cuz my be too quick they call 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 B somebody better go get you medicine
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
beat yo face up til yo jaw look like a pelican
I be whoopin 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 teeth shine like a car
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my
you one gon be wit me wherever my car go
yo baby at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know the ladies at
Whether we comin and and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like throw ya up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a pot
but it's time to do so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
on yo muthafuckin 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 want I'm up in evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
G-up and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw deez 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 artists so I wouldn't have yo up in my apartment
So I be passin out you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1
Am I like Jason no I'm more like Michael
I am the shit I to wear diapers
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
Twista got swag than a rich sissy
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 Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day it's dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka