Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad villain
Leanin, in the Gremlin
on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton
to pick this nigga up
Two ski masks, on my a nine
Nigga on my breath, money on my (yeah)
You god damn right motherfucker it's on
what's the plan?

It's a come up, nigga load ya gun up
gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor
You know that bitch that I to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
her brother was a client of mine
Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas time (yeah)
Well I got a caper (uh)
And if we it off right we can come up on a stack of paper
go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the drivin the bus is down with us
Call Toones and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at past five
Since old people trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior
worry about escape cause it's OK
I'll be chillin behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if trip you better handle that shit

Nah man fuck this, this sound shady as fuck
You gon' around and have us all stuck motherfucker

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo'
and let's make some dough, this:
Nuttin plus nuttin equal
grab the motherfuckin money and run
[WC] Right on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
Tank on E, low on cash, oohh-woo
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's goin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a senior
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is with me
cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel
And I askin no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point
Cause I was told at on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my read 6:59
So aww ducky, quack quack it's yo' time
Hands in the air! *pop pop pop*
This is a nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
fillin my bag up bacon
out the window at Coolio
yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' handle loc
I told him Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But I was bein greedy takin too long
So peep the verse but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the middle of the
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
Aight so now I'm on my way to the
Bus driver, pull to the side or I might have to
He was with us on our shady operation
So he pulled the bus over no hesitation
But that's when the drama in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* I got shot in the back
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
Lookin at death and I'm up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him
Cool here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me fun
Forty-four in the right hand, in the left
So I put twelve in his motherfuckin chest
I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga