Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, 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 of mine
Drive some turnaround trips back and to Vegas part time (yeah)
anyway I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a of paper
go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the drivin the bus is down with us
Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half five
old people don't trust young niggaz none
you be disguised like a senior citizen
Don't worry about escape it's OK
I'll be close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I don't see you act up
but if anybody trip you better that shit

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

Quit like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
and let's make some dough, this:
Nuttin nuttin equal none
Fool the motherfuckin money and run
[WC] Right 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 like a senior citizen
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is fuckin me
cause I'm to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't askin no
Whoever reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was told at on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my watch 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
Hands in the air! *pop pop pop*
This is a nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, breakin
my bag up with bacon
Lookin out the at Coolio
yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' handle loc
I told him like Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein takin too long
So peep the next verse but the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
so now I'm on my way to the front
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 with no
But when the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got in the back
Looked up and who did I
This bitch-made ass bus driver slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin syphillis
Lookin at and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

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