Luyện nghe bài hát Mista Tung Twista

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

Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Tung Twista
a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue'll be flingin a 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 breakin em off the
radical
I'm one brother you could get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a 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 try a wreck
I spark the light of a and be wakin em up and then cause a
fly
I ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a

Flowin this from my lung, a twister
Mista, my style'll be a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then makin em 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
em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the spin blackwards
The funk of the snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I'm em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker
Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it
Don't dis the Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya a sister
Then I'ma let it be known that 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 Twista

Boy, Tung Twista for ya
at ya in 3d

?? than that, boy
it out
Kick it

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

The rhythm beginning and then in the endin
I ratatattat tactics, give em black
of the lyric I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a crack
fix
Wack? It's - funky, I'm
Never to at the lyrical dictator, a state of
Shock is what I put a into, then to mentally
Go with the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is the scent'll
be
Harmin this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my in this
Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a
Calmin Hype as a rattle be shakin and rippin 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 lyrical rhythm be shinin a mirror
Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be like this to
me
The of the lyric will flow from me like peepee
You caught a of my tongue 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 your tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin
Tungs'll be cut Jason, racin
Tung Twista rocks, 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 hocus pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin just like this I'ma
Givin a diagnosis for
Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache put em up into a

You're sniffin 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 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
When I be 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 rhythm and ring in my
bend em
And flow with a lyric it's steppin em
And get with the funk I be up in em
With this and the
Yeah - Tung

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


But we get the Boogieman ??
Go head, kid

The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what's up Mista
Don't you know that Nubians ain't never to whisper
Talkin behind my 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 backwards because you don't 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 that calls his an Aztec
You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, you're

You as well open 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 I let them see that you had leprosy
Them suckers that be dissin me I just insist ya
steppin against the Mista Tung Twista

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

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

Of Cavalier, it's his album

My man

And the DJ Cut
And the whole entire hip-hop
We 5000
the mic, y'all

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