Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga 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 was a client of mine
Drive some turnaround trips and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a (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 nigga drivin the bus is with us
Call Crazy and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people don't trust niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior
worry about escape cause 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 sound shady as
You gon' around and have us all stuck motherfucker

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga
and let's make some dough, check
plus nuttin equal none
Fool grab the money and run
Right come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun roof
on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's goin accordin to
I'm on the back of the bus dressed a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is fuckin me
cause I'm about to rob the gospel choir
And I ain't no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm em hollow point blessings
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my watch read
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
in the motherfuckin 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, fadin, money breakin
my bag up with bacon
Lookin out the at Coolio
out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' this loc
I told him like Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein greedy too long
So peep the next verse but the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of and jewelry, bout to make 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 to dump
He was down with us on our operation
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But that's when the kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin syphillis
Lookin at and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit like a motherfuckin twist!"

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