Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already know 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 skill Yes I
I ride on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the like them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the
Antonyms and synonyms are him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints hard the deep dish
em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a house
When it come to flows Imma spit em they cold
When it to niggaz heads Imma split it like a pole
Take they swag and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my come take my photo when 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 Twista I'm makin the issue
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be getting grimy but you and yo 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 fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth 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 it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like throw ya hands up' it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert
come on yo tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him know I no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick
G-up genie and throw it up I'm car
cut raw deez nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my 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 and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to diapers
When I spit it sometimes I'm all to
blame it on the Don and killer tropical
got more swag than a rich sissy
but don't get prissy can get grilly
balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head I'm Nicolas Cage
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 finna get paid
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka