Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

rhyming:]
Twis' got Yes I kill
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo
I be winnin in the game like them niggas in the
if a nigga talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the
Them lyrics the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his
and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the deep
em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em like cold
When it come to heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista
come solo wit my k-olo you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm the issue relevant
balls bigger than betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like
brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car
Wit a thick bitch, go head out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
yo baby at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't pay me back
me and yo kick it and he know where the ladies at
we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the don't get popped
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no
either dat I go where the fuck I I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't tell me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
G-up and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw deez nigga 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 artists so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more like Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
Twista got more swag a rich sissy
but get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get
but for now I be getting money I'm finna get muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka