Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

[Twista
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on ass like Buffalo Bill
I be in the game like them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be to spit em out
and Imma make a sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his
and I got bricks of money and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the deep
Kill em wit syllables wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the out
gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma it like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they cocky
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my when I'm on promo
Niggas get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you
Not bringin up I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be grimy but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass fo the hell of it
nobody fuck wit me the planet 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 one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as as you bring it back
Here, a stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he where the ladies at
Whether we comin and and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like throw ya hands up' it's hip hop
I'd be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do so the shorties don't get popped
back to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the I want I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick
G-up genie and it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute 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 Michael
I am the shit I to wear diapers
When I it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer
Twista got more than a rich sissy
but get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the I'm finna get laid
any dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get
but for now I be getting money I'm finna get paid
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka