Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, in the Gremlin
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to pick nigga Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my left a
Nigga on my breath, money on my (yeah)
You god damn right motherfucker on again
Coolio the plan?

It's a motherfuckin up, nigga load ya gun up
It's 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)
Well her brother was a client of
Drive some turnaround trips and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
anyway I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of
Here go the me, you, and him
cause the drivin the bus is down with us
Call Crazy Toones and tell him to you a ride
and you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior
Don't worry about cause it's OK
I'll be chillin behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if anybody trip you handle that shit

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

Quit like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
and let's make dough, check this:
Nuttin nuttin equal none
Fool grab the money and run
[WC] come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun roof
Tank on E, niggaz low on cash,
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my is fuckin with me
I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir
And I askin no questions
don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to the plot
And my watch read
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop*
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin the back
Necklaces, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
fillin my bag up bacon
Lookin out the window at
out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we handle this loc
I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it control
But really I was bein takin too long
So peep the next verse but first the of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga up
one-time 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 down us on our shady operation
So he pulled the bus over no hesitation
But that's the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got in the back
Looked up and who did I
bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit like a motherfuckin twist!"

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