Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to this 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
gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor
You know that bitch I used to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a of mine
Drive some turnaround trips and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can up on a stack of paper
Here go the me, you, and him
the nigga drivin the bus is down with us
Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a
and you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people don't young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised a senior citizen
Don't worry escape cause it's OK
be chillin 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 shit sound as fuck
You fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo'
and let's some dough, check 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 accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin they bibles singin, "I Jesus!"
And now my concious is with me
cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel
And I ain't askin no
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em point blessings
I was told at seven on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop
is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money 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 greedy takin too long
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
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 have to dump
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* I got shot in the back
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus driver puttin in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like 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, what the GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him
[WC] Cool come nigga grab your gun
Alright, I'm gonna have me some fun
Forty-four in the hand, nine 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
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[WC] Maad Circle