Luyện nghe bài hát Mista Tung Twista

What's happenin,
This is Tyrone down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches of stupid, straight ignorant
dope stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung
it, gee

Let the Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a styler
My be flingin a funky pile of
Lyrical rhymes that's em off in the mind, I be flowin em
holy, I'm
Kickin the funky Islam, my slippin em like petroleum,
I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm em off with the
radical
I'm one brother you never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm
of Cav
And em up with the word of the wise
I be em up in the flow of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for that try a wreck
I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then a
fly
I insist ya lay the path of my rhythm and follow me like a

Flowin this my lung, a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and makin em take in the smell of my funk I
be up in em
And I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna
bring em into my
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock blackwards
The funk of the snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be
than
This lyric I'm is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, kiss ya like a sister
Then let it be known that it's the way that I throw
That's makin the funk of the glow
And how I it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh,
my
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm give em a Tung

It's the Tung Twista

Boy, Tung Twista for ya
at ya in 3d

?? funkier that, boy
it out
Kick it

My is spinnin
I follow Allah and the Father be stoppin the Cavalier from

The lyrical beginning and then in the endin
I tactics, give em black kicks
Flow of the I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a crack
fix
Wack? - funky, I'm greater
Never to step at the dictator, a state of
Shock is I put a sucker into, then to mentally
Go with the smell I be stylin, gee, is what the scent'll
be
Harmin this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my in this
Simply I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist
Calmin this? Hype as a rattle be shakin and the rhythm
And breakin up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical a

So never near a, lyricist Cavalier - ah
Rock the flow of the rhythm be shinin like a mirror
Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin this to
me
The funk of the lyric will from me like peepee
You caught a work of my as I be flow flowin like water
Crackin em up with a flow and sort of I oughta
?? I'm bracin Nubian nations, and chasin
My tongue your tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical
be cut like Jason, racin
Tung rocks, your lip'll lock
My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to hip-hop
Flip-flopped, a when I wrote this
Kickin and makin some pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin just like I'ma locus
Givin a for Twisterosis
Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache I'ma put em up a

You're dope aroma
I'm
I'm able to up a sucker that you might send in
The of the lyrical rhythm beginnin
Spinnin the suckers around like a
Be makin em holler kickin the funk of a lyrical
I pray to Allah, I'm makin this funky I'm a hobo
Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin he can battle my solo
Just say oh no cause that's a
When I be smellin the of my flow, jo
I'm pumpin this up and breakin this in with a lyrical, say

Take titles, say ta-ta
I'm rippin a rap and then rockin a rhythm and in my tongue
I'ma em
And flow a lyric it's steppin inside em
And get with the funk I be up in em
With this and the
- Tung Twista

Boy, if that ain't bad, my ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot,


But we finna get the ??
Go head, kid

The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what's up Mista
you know that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper
Talkin behind my back is makin it seem like a rumor
So tell me fact to face you can decide to come to Juma
Don't say name backwards because you don't like Cav
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my wreck
I'm speakin to the devil that calls his self an Aztec
You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, Islam

You might as well the doors of a church and become a deacon
Don't step to me, the pep to me about what your rep'll
be
Crept to me because I let them see that you had
Them suckers that be dissin me I simply insist ya
steppin against the Mista Tung Twista

Now was bad, baby
But if you think that was
Wait till you hear the

I to give a shout to my son [Name]
And ?? to the Wiz

Of course Cavalier, it's his

My man

And the DJ Cut
And the whole hip-hop nation
We Audi
the mic, y'all

Do the robotic