Luyện nghe bài hát Mista Tung Twista

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

Let the Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a styler
My tongue'll be a funky pile of
rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em
holy, I'm
Kickin the Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum,
I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm em off with the
radical
I'm one brother you could get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna em a lyrical pump of the rhythm
of Cav
And em up with the word of the wise
I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky
I elect a flow for suckers that try a
I the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a
fly
I insist ya lay with the of my rhythm and follow me like a

Flowin this from my lung, a tongue
Mista, my style'll be makin a and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my accent
Breakin em up and makin em take in the smell of my funk I
be up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm
bring em into my
Rock, then the makin the clock spin 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
Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't it so-so
dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a
I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I throw
That's the funk of the lyrical glow
And how I tell it, yo Cav is a funkedelic flow, and oh,
my
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, I'm gonna give em a Tung

It's the Mista Tung

Boy, that's Tung for ya
at ya in 3d

?? funkier that, boy
it out
Kick it

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

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

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

You're sniffin aroma
I'm
I'm to break 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 scholar
I pray to Allah, I'm makin funky like I'm a hobo
Throw better than bolo, ya that he can battle my solo
Just say oh no cause a no-no
I be smellin the funk of my flow, jo
I'm pumpin up and breakin this in with a lyrical, then say

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

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


But we finna get the ??
Go head, kid

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

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

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

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

Of course Cavalier, his album

My man

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

Do the robotic