Luyện nghe bài hát Mista Tung Twista

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

Let the Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue'll be a funky pile of
Lyrical 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 of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the
radical
I'm one you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the
of Cav
And crackin em up with the of the wise
I be bringin em up in the flow of the dialect
I elect a flow for suckers that try a
I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then a
fly
I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and me like a

Flowin this from my lung, a tongue
Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian
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 rhythm'll makin the clock spin
The funk of the rhythm'll snap, and pop, then flow, oh
I'm makin em the path of a God and my track'll be blacker
than
lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Twista
Leavin the suckers as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
Then I'ma let it be known it's the way that I throw
That's makin the funk of the glow
And how I tell it, yo Cav is 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

?? funkier that, boy
it out
Kick it

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

The lyrical rhythm beginning and then in the
I ratatattat tactics, give em black
Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a
fix
Wack? - funky, I'm greater
Never to at the lyrical dictator, a state of
Shock is what I put a sucker into, 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 charm in
Simply I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist
Calmin this? Hype as a be shakin and rippin the rhythm
And up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical servin a

So never come near a, Cavalier - ah
Rock the flow of the lyrical be shinin like a mirror
Hear a step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like this to
me
The funk of the lyric will flow from me like
You caught a of my tongue as I be flow flowin like water
Crackin em up a flow and sort of slaughter I oughta
?? I'm Nubian nations, race and chasin
My your tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin
Tungs'll be cut 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 flow I wrote this
Kickin and makin hocus pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin just this I'ma locus
Givin a diagnosis for
Crackin a mouth and makin em ache I'ma put em up into a

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

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

Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't 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 it's a rumor
So tell me fact to face when you can to come to Juma
say your name backwards 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, let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the 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 and become a deacon
Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about your rep'll
be
Crept to me because I let see that you had leprosy
Them suckers that be dissin me I simply insist ya
Stop against the Mista Tung Twista

Now was bad, baby
But if you that 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 hip-hop nation
We 5000
Take the mic,

Do the robotic