Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already what it is
talkin bout Twista this Twista that
all I know is Twista rap I spit nigga, ya'll, check it out

rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on they ass Buffalo Bill
I be in the game like them niggas in the south
if a talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be equipped to em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the
Antonyms and are spinnin him out of his route
and I got of money bitch and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the dish
Kill em wit syllables wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the I gotta charge you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a house
it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away they and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the relevant
bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be grimy but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass fo the hell of it
can't nobody fuck wit me the is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it Harpo
brief when I rhyme shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo baby at where yo white
at ill let u the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know the ladies at
Whether we and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like throw ya hands up' cause hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties don't get
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
genie and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope deez cut garbage
Lethargic give a hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you da fakers and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
got more swag than a rich sissy
but don't get prissy muthafuckas can get
balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I'm Cage
I ghost the whip I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get
One day it's dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka