Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

[Twista
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on they ass Buffalo Bill
I be in the game like them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be to spit em out
and Imma a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money and I can't fit em in the couch
em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it a pole
Take away they 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 logo come take my photo when I'm on
Niggas wanna get me better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not bringin up I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be getting but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo up til yo jaw tissue 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 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 baby at where yo Mercedes
at ill let u the Bentley 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 where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and cause I beat down the block
or I'm like throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin the streets and makin a quick pot
but time to do something so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
genie and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
Lethargic a bitch hard 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 bitch up in my
So I be passin out fuck you 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 Myers
I am the shit I to wear diapers
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
Twista got swag than a rich sissy
but get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma 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 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 money I'm finna get muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka