Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already 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 ride on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like 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 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 hard the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep
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 Imma spit em like they cold
it come to niggaz heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away swag and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too they call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas get me they better pick a new regimen
too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be grimy but you and yo click too elegant
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 Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth 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 baby at yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat the block
or because I'm like ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a pot
but time to do something 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 priest let him know I ain't no
either dat I go where the fuck I I'm up in heaven evil
U gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, kick arsenic
G-up and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope deez nigga cut
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my
So I be out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu virus
Am I Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
Twista got more than a rich sissy
but don't get prissy can get grilly
Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm get paid
takin to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day possible dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka