Luyện nghe bài hát Mista Tung Twista

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

Let the Cavalier Tung 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 funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em petroleum,
I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off the
texture
I'm one brother you never get next ta
your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm
of Cav
And crackin em up the word of the wise
I be em up in the flow of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for suckers that try a
I spark the light of a head and be em up and then cause a
fly
I ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a

Flowin this my lung, a tongue twister
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 then makin em in the smell of my funk I
be up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lollypop, I'm gonna
em into my doctrine
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 I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung ya like a sister
Then I'ma let it be that it's the way that I throw
That's makin the of the lyrical glow
And how I it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh,
my
at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung

It's the Tung Twista

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

?? than that, boy
it out
Kick it

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

The lyrical rhythm and then in the endin
I tactics, give em black kicks
Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin and em up is dope as a crack
fix
Wack? It's - funky, I'm
to step at the lyrical dictator, a state of
Shock is I put a sucker into, then to mentally
Go with the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the
be
Harmin this? Uh-uh, the kickin my charm in this
Simply I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist
Calmin this? Hype as a be shakin and rippin the rhythm
And breakin up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical a

So never come near a, lyricist - ah
Rock the flow of the lyrical be shinin like a mirror
Hear a sucker at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like this to
me
The funk of the lyric flow from me like peepee
You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow like water
Crackin em up a flow and sort of slaughter I oughta
?? I'm bracin Nubian nations, race and
My tongue tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin
be cut like Jason, racin
Tung Twista rocks, your lock
My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to hip-hop
Flip-flopped, a when I wrote this
and makin some hocus pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin like this I'ma locus
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 break up a sucker that you send in
The funk of the lyrical rhythm
Spinnin the suckers like a dollar
Be makin em holler kickin the funk of a scholar
I pray to Allah, I'm makin this funky like I'm a
Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin that he can battle my
Just say oh no that's a no-no
When I be the funk of my flow, jo
I'm pumpin this up and 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
I'ma em
And flow a lyric it's steppin inside em
And get with the I be pumpin up in em
With this and the
- Tung Twista

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


But we get the Boogieman ??
Go head, kid

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

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

Now was bad, baby
But if you that was somethin
till you hear the album

I like to give a shout to my son
And ?? to the Wiz

Of course Cavalier, his album

My man

And the DJ Cut
And the whole entire nation
We 5000
the mic, y'all

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