Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz fade 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
on my breath, money on my mind (yeah)
You god damn right it's on again
what's the plan?

It's a motherfuckin up, nigga load ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, up on the liquor
You know that bitch that I used to -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a client of
Drive some turnaround trips back and to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a (uh)
And if we pull it off we can come up on a stack of paper
Here go the me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is down us
Call Crazy and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at past five
Since old people don't trust young niggaz
you gotta be disguised a senior citizen
Don't worry about escape it's OK
I'll be close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if anybody trip you better handle shit

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

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


So now goin accordin 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 is fuckin with me
cause I'm to rob the entire gospel choir
And I askin no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my watch read
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo'
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin the back
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, money
fillin my bag up bacon
Lookin out the window at
out a car on the side 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 greedy takin too
So peep the next but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my
wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
so now I'm on my way to the front
Bus driver, pull to the or I might have to dump
He was down with us on our shady
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But when the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
Looked up and who did I
This ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like
Lookin at and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him
[WC] Cool come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm have me some fun
Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the
So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin
I know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
what you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga