Luyện nghe bài hát Mista Tung Twista

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

Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the 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 em like petroleum,
I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off the
radical
I'm one you could never 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 dialect
I elect a for suckers that try a wreck
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 follow me a

Flowin this from my lung, a twister
Mista, my be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then makin em take in the of my funk I
be up in em
And then I'ma give em a of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna
em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll 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
than
This I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung ya like a sister
Then I'ma let it be known that it's the way I throw
That's the funk of the lyrical glow
And how I it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh,
my
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm give em a Tung

It's the Tung Twista

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

?? funkier that, boy
it out
Kick it

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

The lyrical rhythm and then in the endin
I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks
Flow of the I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a crack
fix
It's - funky, I'm greater
Never to step at the lyrical dictator, a of
is what 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 rattle be shakin and rippin the
And up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical servin a

So never come near a, lyricist - ah
Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin like a
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 a work of my tongue as I be flow flowin like water
Crackin em up with a flow and sort of slaughter I
?? I'm bracin Nubian nations, race and
My tongue your tastin, a quick pace and facin wastin
Tungs'll be cut Jason, racin
Tung Twista rocks, lip'll lock
My tongue'll be a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop
Flip-flopped, a flow I wrote this
Kickin and makin some pocus, focus
will be flippin just like this I'ma locus
Givin a for Twisterosis
Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache put em up into a

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

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

Boy, if ain't 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 Twista
you know that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper
Talkin behind my is makin it seem like it's a rumor
So tell me fact to face when you can decide to to Juma
Don't say your backwards because you don't like Cav
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the half
The sucker of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin to the devil that calls his self an Aztec
You a Puerto-Rican, know 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, the pep to me about what your rep'll
be
Crept to me I let them see that you had leprosy
suckers that be dissin me I simply just insist ya
Stop steppin the Mista Tung Twista

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

I like to a shout 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
Take the mic,

Do the robotic