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
dope funky for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get to the Tung Twista
it, gee

Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, the Mista Tung Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a styler
My tongue'll be flingin a funky of
rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em
holy, I'm
Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals 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 gonna give em a lyrical of the rhythm
of Cav
And crackin em up the word of the wise
I be bringin em up in the of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for suckers try a wreck
I spark the 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 twister
Mista, my style'll be makin a and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then 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 my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock blackwards
The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, flow, oh
I'm makin em the path of a God and my track'll be blacker
Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't 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 known it's the way that I throw
That's makin the of the lyrical glow
And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin a flow, and oh,
my
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna em a Tung

It's the Mista Twista

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

?? funkier that, boy
it out
Kick it

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

The rhythm beginning and then in the endin
I tactics, give em black kicks
Flow of the lyric I'm and rappin em up is dope as a crack
fix
Wack? It's - funky, I'm
Never to step at the dictator, a state of
is what I put a sucker into, then to mentally
Go the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the scent'll
be
this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my charm 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 the lyrical servin a

So never come near a, Cavalier - ah
Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin a mirror
a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like this to
me
The funk of the lyric will flow me like peepee
You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow flowin water
Crackin em up with a flow and sort of slaughter I
?? 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 lip'll
My tongue'll be a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop
Flip-flopped, a flow I wrote this
and makin some hocus pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin just like this locus
Givin a for Twisterosis
Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache I'ma put em up a

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

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

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


But we finna get the ??
Go head, kid

The was speaking, he said, what's up Mista Twista
Don't you know that Nubians ain't never to whisper
Talkin behind my back is makin it like 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 left by def and I'm gonna eff up the half
The descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz 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 open the doors of a church and a deacon
Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about your rep'll
be
Crept to me I let them see that you had leprosy
Them suckers be dissin me I simply just insist ya
Stop steppin the Mista Tung Twista

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

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

Of course Cavalier, it's his

My man

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

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