Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Minute Murder

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

[Twista
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 talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got in the mouth
and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep
can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a house
When it to flows Imma 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 call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on
Niggas get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue
balls bigger than mine go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw look like a pelican
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't nobody fuck wit me the planet is
I a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my
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 ain't gotta pay me
me and yo boss it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I down the block
or because I'm like ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties don't get
back to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of
up on a priest let him know I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven
U ain't gotta tell me I know I bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up I'm car
cut raw dope deez cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say 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 flyers da fakers and and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm like Michael Myers
I am the I need to wear diapers
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 muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma balla and a and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I'm Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is get sprayed
One day it's dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka