Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
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 talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are him out of his route
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 I gotta charge you to peep 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 a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it like a
Take away they swag and shit on cocky 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 pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue
balls bigger mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass fo the hell of it
nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief when I rhyme shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my
you one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me
me and yo boss it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I down the block
or because I'm like throw ya up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties don't get
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
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 I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars
e-mail, anthrax, kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up I'm car
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say like a sergeant
lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and and then fuck liars
If yo' ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
When I spit it sometimes I'm all to
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
Twista got more 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 like I'm Cage
I ghost the whip I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get
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