Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor
You know that bitch that I used to fuck -- named
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a of mine
some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a of paper
Here go the me, you, and him
cause the nigga the bus is down with us
Call Crazy and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past
old people don't trust young niggaz none
you be disguised like a senior citizen
Don't worry about cause it's OK
I'll be chillin close all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if trip you better handle that shit

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

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga
and make some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus equal none
grab 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 it's goin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus like a senior citizen
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin they bibles singin, "I Jesus!"
And now my is fuckin with me
cause I'm about to rob the entire choir
And I ain't askin no
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point
Cause I was told at on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my watch read
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop
This is a jack nigga, and I'm from the back
Necklaces, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, breakin
my bag up with 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 I was bein greedy takin too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of goes


Standin in the middle of the
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to my escape
wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry 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 might have to
He was down us on our shady operation
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But that's the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
Lookin at and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound like a twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we 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 here's yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
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[WC] Maad nigga