Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, in the Gremlin
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to this nigga Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my a nine
Nigga on my breath, on my mind (yeah)
You god damn right it's on again
Coolio what's the

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 used to -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her was a client of mine
some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of
Here go the 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 and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people don't trust young niggaz
you be disguised like a senior citizen
Don't worry about escape cause OK
I'll be chillin close behind all the way loc
And I don't see you act up
but if anybody trip you better handle shit

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

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo'
and make some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus nuttin equal
grab the motherfuckin money and run
[WC] Right on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
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 of the bus dressed like a senior citizen
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin bibles singin, "I love 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
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my watch read
So aww ducky, quack quack it's yo' time
in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop*
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the
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 at Coolio
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
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 might have to
He was with 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
Looked up and who did I
bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin syphillis
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound like a twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK ON?!
This nigga be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
[WC] Cool here come nigga your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me fun
Forty-four in the right hand, in the left
So I put rounds 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] Circle nigga